I will never forget the mortification when my ex-husband plopped his fucking Clydesdale size 13 hoof up on this Miro so he could tie his shoe.

I’m bored with this. At this point I either want details or shut up.

I’m a middleaged white lady. I married my dream man. After hanging in there for three decades while he neglected and lied to me, drank his brains out and squandered every penny we had, i finally caught him cheating, managed to cobble together a tiny bit of dignity and got a divorce. Now I live in my dream town and…

Girl. Move to New Orleans. That’s where I finally found my people, boomers who keep up.

I have a friend who worked on VINYL. I watched the premiere with her and her husband. Three straight-up baby boomers and film afficionados, giant fans of Messrs Jagger, Scorsese and Cannevale. I can’t remember which of us said “uh oh” first, but it was pretty early on. That premiere was just.....dumb.

I make the homemade mayo my mom made. It’s easy and so damn good. I ride or die for Hellman’s but that homemade mayo is fifty times better. The only thing better is when somebody else makes it.

I’ve been waiting for this Lifetime movie it seems like FOREVER

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/03/27/nan…

Amen

Years ago I was paying a ticket at the Nashville courthouse. There was a couple there waiting to be married, and she had pink foam rollers in her hair. I’m quite sure she was also wearing shorts. God bless America!

Air BnB is no bueno if you live in a city that attracts a lot of visitors. I’m in New Orleans. I have friends who bought into a ruined neighborhood after the storm and fixed their place up themselves. Their particular neighborhood has now gotten very trendy. They have three people on their block who use their extra…

Remember the RELAXACISER that the adbros made Fat Peggy test out on MAD MEN? I actually own one of those. I bought it at a yard sale and dragged it around until the final season, then I put it on Ebay and those nazis threw it off, supposedly it’s dangerous.

I love Andy Richter on Twitter, and NOT just because he liked one of my tweets.

God those things were hell. All our mothers wore them. They were unflattering on literally everyone. They smelled like a chemical fire and the rubber gripped your hair and pulled it out when you tried to take it off, except where the hair was wet which was pretty much everywhere.

I’m trying to imagine what that house looked like before someone put that McMansion window on it.