Sooooooo we received the in-laws’ annual Christmas letter last week and apparently I’m on the outs this year. No pic of me (there’s a lovely one of everybody else including the dog) and I think it’s because I got my picture in the local paper last summer wearing a Black Lives Matter t-shirt. We are Whitey McPalefaces…
Since my grandson was born earlier this summer, I’ve mentioned him on Facebook exactly twice and posted zero photos. I did send out 2 - TWO! - pictures of him right after he was born, to a group of about 15 friends who I figured would share in our family’s excitement. One of those people replied with a message along…
Well, looks like 2017 just couldn’t end without giving me another giant kick in the ass. This month I have had to say farewell to 2 of my animals and I am in such pain. They were both 17+ years old and had lived with me since they were first born, so I realize we had a lot longer together than many humans and pets…
Ever had this experience, of suddenly realizing, after years and years of knowing someone, that they don’t like you?
The world is a nightmare and we’re all going to die! But before that happens, you wanna share what you’ve been using lately and how it’s working for you? (The “quality” of my photos will demonstrate why I’m not a beauty blogger!)
Us to Mr. Possum’s parents: Neither of us has much time off from work at Thanksgiving. [We ALWAYS travel at Thanksgiving. It sucks donkey balls.] It’s very stressful to work on Wednesday and then drive several hours, only to turn around 24 hours later and drive right home again so we can be at work early on Friday…
1) I live in Charlottesville, home of a highly-regarded university, and I’m always disappointed when a friend’s kid chooses to go there. It’s boring and I assume the kid has no imagination or sense of adventure.
Good evening, friends! The American president is a fucking nightmare and the world is going to hell, so please distract me with fun and unimportant things.
Last night in Cville - a couple dozen dumbass racist tiki-torch morons.
Good Lord, you guys, I’ve had it!
The Secretary of the Army has issued a statement that they have DENIED the DAPL easement and it will not be routed under the Missouri River through Sioux territory!
Soooooo......what have you done recently that was hell of embarrassing? Or not so recently but it still haunts you? Please share so I don’t feel alone in my shame and mortification!
Stayed home sick from work so I’m crabby and feeling lousy and generally in a rotten mood. These things aren’t helping:
...and it was wonderful and heartbreaking and hopeful all at the same time.
Life has been kicking my ass lately, so I’m looking for some mindless makeup/clothes/jewelry escapism. Whatcha got for me?
You guys, I am having so much politics rage I can hardly handle it. Feast your eyes on this fuckitude some (white, duh) right-wing nutcase threw up on Facebook:
Shit is getting me down lately, so I’m going to ignore/deny my troubles by posting about BEAUTYLICIOUS BEAUTY. Please join me!
Go in for an appointment while the marks from your recent rough encounter are still fresh!
(Important to clarify - I am NOT anti-counseling, anti-medication, anti-anything! Medical and psychological interventions have helped me enormously.)
Didja see these beautiful pictures of butch women and cute babies?!?! LOVE!!