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I didn’t see her crying. And that twitter account has been suspended.

Both Rachel and Lawrence raced to the nearest studio from their vacation spots to do their shows last night.

No. Can’t stand the sound of Tweety Bird’s voice.

Why? Because they’ll give the analysis without the crazy.

I watched Ari as well. I don’t usually watch his show just because I’m usually busy at that time. But it was worth making time for it.

Dunno about you guys, but I’m watching Rachel Maddow and Lawrence O’Donnell tonight.

I always get offers that apply only to drinks with a lot of sugar and/or caffeine, neither of which I’m going to be interested in consuming after 3pm any day.

Milk getting into the eustachian tubes.

Oh, the crayon factory! My kids loved that one.

We’ve done this since Day One (back in 1972). He has to have the sheets tucked in so tightly that I can’t believe he can fit his feet between the layers. I can’t abide having tucked-in covers. So we have two sets of covers, one to flatten his feet and one to let me move as I want to.  :)

Our dearly departed cats were all buried about three feet down, but without the plastic bag wrapper. They all have headstones from Old World Stones.

OMG. I think it’s time for a trip to Trader Joe’s, purveyors of excellent brie.

Hollywood Boulevard around the Walk of Fame. Just a stretch of dirty sidewalk filled with skanky tourists and Z grade cosplayers who want money just to look at them.

I’ve never in all my life been able to do even one chin-up.

We also live near Griffith Park, and we get coyotes in our yard from time to time, usually around 3am sniffing around in hopes of eating a feral cat. (Our few remaining feral cats hide after dark, and that’s why they remain when so many of their relatives ended up as coyote chow.)

Hand that woman a maid’s uniform and a mop and bucket and send her out to clean bus station bathrooms. Then we’ll see what she does or does not want.

Pressure frying chicken works amazingly fast. No steam table required.

I wish my parents had tried something like that for my youngest brother. But there would have been two problems: 1. they always just bought him what he wanted so they didn’t have to listen to him fussing and 2: if they put it in a jar they’d forget about it and never buy it anyway. My brother, however, would NOT…

I just found some tapes of my kids talking, and reading Go Dog, Go, circa 1981-82. (Son born 1977, daughter born 1980.) Their personalities shine right through.