Well gee, if your BarcaLounger thinks she’s just an innocent victim, let’s throw her a damn party. You opinion is shit. Your “expertise” is shit.

I guess they must be to erase the fact that he proudly voted for an admitted sexual predator.

I wake up to headlines on the lock screen of my iPad. This morning started with a rousing chorus of a song I haven’t sung in a couple of months.

I’m ready to rise. I’ve been ready for a while. But how do you start alone?

Once they hit the waving hi to Jesus stage they are lost. I’m sorry.

This needs a cross stitch.

Toward us, yes. Down, most definitely. Farther than about 50 miles into the ocean? Probably not.

8 comments in as many months. I feel honored.

No, I don’t think I will. I’ve spent the last half hour creeping over your past posts. It was enlightening.

It’s happening it’s happening!

This made me giggle way more than it should have. Well done.

Yes and they are everything you imagine them to be. I think it may only be ebooks though.

This is fucking fantastic phrasing.

That’s an old name.

Martinis. Definitely! Someone with more of an interest in unpacking the deep and varied layers of “nope” will come along at some point today and you can feel free to debate them.

That’s the problem.

Thank you! I had to load entirely too many comments to get to this.

I’m replying to acknowledge that I have read this. I’m not going to touch it in any other way because WOW.

If you haven’t yet read the series of six novelletes about the grown up Wakefields I highly recommend it.

I thought it was a jungle gym. This is not good.