I was one of the people that just didn’t believe it and chose to believe the version of the story that went “the accuser has said it wasn’t him!” without hesitating to think there was any other reason behind her doing that outside of “it wasn’t him.” Despite me having gone through similar bullshit.

So, did we all love the 300th episode?!

The nurse I talked to said they were the most durable, too.

Not even a second of him!

I had a medical procedure on Tuesday and my post-op nurse was wearing Grey’s Anatomy brand scrubs so I asked her about it. She explained she’s never watched the show but they make damn fine scrubs.

I still watch and love Grey’s Anatomy and I ain’t even sorry. I’ve seen every single episode, more than once! Dr. Webber is an treasure. And so is Miranda Bailey. And I love the friendship between Alex and Meredith and am so glad they’ve shown it and kept it as a platonic, yet totally full of love, relationship! And…

This! I cut out processed foods and all added sugar from my diet and didn’t count calories or avoid fat and lost 12 pounds in a month! Sugar is far more an issue than fat.

I’m sad that my beloved Muppets had to be associated with her but I also know that my beloved Muppets are kind creatures that accept everyone’s differences.

That’s a beagle! I LOVE hearing the beagle sound. There is a local beagle rescue here and they do an annual event and I’ll go just to be surrounded with beagles and hear them all bay and howl and bark.

I’m convinced nobody understood what it was actually saying so it was pushed through. That or a rogue staffer summarized it in a vague manner so they’d sign off on it.

I had a Beagle when I lived in Virginia and a nice yard with trees and, of course, squirrels.

This is how I feel a lot of days. A bit fat, sorta stuck, and having a blast anyway.

One time I was walking on a path in a camping park and one of these fuckers stalked us. It was legit off putting.

Motherfucker is the word that popped to my mind.

What a fucker.

Our desks should be friends.

I’m glad to see I’m not the only one that uses the MagLite security system.

Well, yeah, I get that. But since I’m a woman that doesn’t enjoy cooking and didn’t really learn to do it well until after I was divorced for a few years, that’s where I’m coming from. Not from a “men should only cook if they enjoy it” place. Everyone should be able to cook, yes. But everyone doesn’t enjoy it.

The headline and photo just made me picture the cast of Zoolander in a brawl and now I can’t take anything seriously for the rest of the day.

So, people are still acting like men don’t regularly cook dinner? Or have I just been unusually lucky to be in long term relationships with men that not only enjoy cooking but also do so really well?