You know what happens after the “but”: contradiction.

Well done you!

Man, I am always late to these lately. I should stop doing the dishes and just hang out on my iPad instead.

Last week on SNS I posted about my father’s impending death, and so many of you replied to me with your own stories of dealing with dying loved ones. It was more helpful than you can imagine. I just wanted to update and say that my dad died early on Sunday morning, about 10 hours after I posted my story here. It was…

I find NPR does a good job and I don’t have to do a lot of heavy lifting.

Hey all! It’s a delightfully quiet Saturday night here. I don’t have a query for SNS this week though. Instead, I’d just like thank all of you delightful divas and weirdos for being my online family. I’m so goddamn grateful for your friendship and support!

I found a great pair at TJ Maxx last year. I don’t remember the brand but they actually said thermal leggings, not just fleeced lined. They were thin but warm*

I enjoy Jez a lot, primarily because of the comment section. It’s kind of like how I feel about the “news:” I get/got all the information I ever needed to know from Jon Stewart; similarly, while I fully understand that so many things addressed by Jez staffers are 1) wrong; 2) inadequately researched; 3) sanctimonious…

Seriously, she’s the worst person in the world.

It also claims that her clerks were “coerced by the threat of contempt sanctions” into granting marriage licenses.

This woman is THE WOOOOORRRRRSSSSSTTT.

Sounds like you trusted your daughter to make the right choice, too. :)

My mom did the same thing, except I was 20 and he had neck AND knuckle tattoos. (And no other tattoos anywhere else which I thought was weird.) It was a super short lived relationship, but if my mom would've thrown a fit I mightve kept him around longer.

Elvis lives

The bigger her lips get, the more his chin recedes.

Ed Sheeran weirds me out. Like a tall, ginger Hobbit

Believing that men mean what they say until their actions prove otherwise and striving to communicate in a straightforward manner has done absolutely nothing to improve my social life. It turns out that men are actually as crazy as they claim women are.

“Love lexicon” is a lot better than my previous favorite, “bangin’ words.”

“genital kiss” sounds much nicer that cunnilingus and will now be part of my love lexicon.

I just texted “your very characteristic seminal odor is remarkably like that of the flowers of the Spanish chestnut” to LibraryManagain.