My 65 year old mother has said she's voting Democratic Party for the first time in her life. I'm happy about that, but I'm horrified by the situation that's driving her to switch parties.

I don't know if it was the particular brand I tried or just a UK thing in general, but the ketchup/catsup wasn't sweet like what we have in the US. It was actually slightly spicy. I didn't see corn syrup in the ingredients, and the lack of it made a huge, delightful difference.

I got a ticket for not wearing my seatbelt last summer in Maryland. I'm having a real fucking moment right now with these pieces of shit.

This is a beautiful piece of writing.

I dunno, those two dogs look pretty perfect to me.

They used to have a ‘Don’t show me this again’ button on their website. It disappeared a long time ago.

Yeah, it was a ‘Rate Movies’ option. It's long gone by my estimate.

Right?! I thought it was sarcasm at first but then realized that they're actually serious. Ugh...

Currently wearing!

Yeah, in hospitals we hardly ever get our full breaks, if at all.

The majority of the series had me furious, but I straight up cried a few times for the parents.

Is that woman in photo number ten walking around barefooted and topless? Good grief, girl, look at your life, look at your choices.

By the end of the series I was just sitting there flailing. Our criminal justice system is so broken. And I'm actually terrified of being accused of something now because innocence doesn't matter one bit.

Please accept my internet high five

I just finished watching the series about Steve Avery today. Then seeing this article? Jesus...I’ve been to Milwaukee twice for concerts and it seemed like a cool little city, but I’m thinking the odds of ever setting foot in Wisconsin again are slim to none.

I should have said “almost” not “kind of”.

I kind of feel guilty that I logged in, waited maybe ten minutes, and got two tickets for reasonably good seats for my mom and myself for $350 total.

Bonus points for gesturing while keeping your hands in your pockets.

Oh, yeah, same. Once my mom and I were cooking and she actually needed a big knife and we cackled for ages at it finally being true.

My mom and I say, “Chrissy, bring me the big knife!” way too much.