Don’t name my future kid “Weiner”. Got it.

I think he’ll learn from this.

Those two things are no longer mutually exclusive.

Have you read The Portable Dorothy Parker? It’s full of her reviews of plays and books for The New Yorker, and they are hilarious. Oh, if only we could summon her drunken ghost to cover Dump’s rise and fall.

One of the ways I knew I needed my brother HAD to marry my SiL was her suitcase on her first Thanksgiving with us. Half of it was opened and post-it’d New Yorkers and Atlantic Monthlies. She subscribed to both, flagged them as they came and filled her suitcase for her vacation. Totally out of our league and total…

You should totally write a letter to the New Yorker to tell them this. I work in publishing, and it really brightens our day when we hear stories like yours.

I always wanted to go to Provo when I was a kid because Donny Osmond lived there.

I’m living on mostly rice, these days, but still subscribe to the New Yorker.

Acceptance. The most important stage. Congrats. I’m still working on denial 😞

It’s the best I’ve got at this point. ;_;

You’ll be timing that with a stopwatch, not a calendar.

Chaffetz is leaving because he leaked that FBI memo about the reopening of the Clinton investigation to the press.

My answer anytime someone wants to talk politics. I’m. Exhausted. I once loved talking politics. *Deep sigh*

Does anyone else here work from home? It has been damn near impossible for me to get away from cable news and actually get work done the last week and a half because of this chaos. Feeling like I constantly must be monitoring the news is driving me insane. Heeellpppp...

Do Utahns take their morals seriously? Asking for a friend Orrin Hatch.

“Believe me, there’s no collusion.”

“No collusion. No collusion. You’re the collusion!”

Trey Fucking Gowdy? Jesus fuck.