My dad was born in 1922 and my mom was born in 1929. All their parents but my mom’s mother were born in the 19th century, and she was born in 1902.

Is bossing your husband around 24/7 unbiblical?

I wonder if the people who merrily destroyed the Joshua Tree national monument voted for Trump?

My husband’s parents had a ghastly number of Readers Digest Condensed Books.  >shudder<

There are better and less technobabbly words to use.

I went to quite a few computer shows in the mid to late 80s and early 90s. I had no money, so I mainly went for all the swag at the booths. Still have some of it.

In technical writing, “functionality” and “scenario” can go where all the goblins go, below, below.

My mother was the world champion at doing that. She bought books because they were trendy or because she thought that Everyone Who Is Anyone would be reading them, or because she couldn’t be bothered to send back the reply cards for her book clubs. (When she died in 2008 she had Book of the Month Club editions from…

We have fully loaded bookshelves in every room in our house but the bathroom (and there’s a bookshelf in the hall right across from the bathroom door). We go through all the shelves at least once a year and cull books that we’re done with. Some we recycle, some we take to the thrift store, and the rest go to our local…

Those roller stamps don’t work on glossy paper.

Those roller stamps don’t work on glossy paper.

It is, however, true that originally the palace of Versailles had only one toilet and everyone but the king and queen had to just crap on the floor.

Might want to re-think why you want to take a baby to a bar, dude.

I bet some incel thought this was the perfect way to get laid.

I bought my kids and my granddaughter rainbow-colored white-chocolate “unicorn poo emoji” bars at Cost Plus. 

Habit Burger, now that’s a fine choice any old day! Their tempura green beans are great, too. You can pretend you’re eating healthy stuff.

I won’t willingly eat tater tots, either. Got too damn many of them when I was a kid, because my dad loved all kinds of “gimmicky” foods like that.

I’ll take your word for it. I’ve never been drunk.

Nothing at Chick Fil A is an option for me. My granddaughter has two mommies.

It was cool in the 50s and 60s too. At least according to my parents and all their drunk-ass friends, who still amaze me to this day by not geting killed driving home from parties.

They gotta get up to take a leak anyway.