The entire last year has been backwards.

Maybe Björk got autocorrected to “desks” instead of “decks?”

Very few women wear thongs all day all the time.

They all end up looking like the Crypt Keeper in their forties, too. They don’t work out and just starve themselves (except for coffee and booze), or they work out all the time and starve themselves (except for coffee and booze). Add in the high-use discount memberships at tanning booths and the bleached out hair, and…

I’m back in the grays for some reason, so no more beauty thread from me.

Testing.

I’ve done that for the last few years. The pain of going in person isn’t worth it, and I hate stores that open on Thanksgiving. Give your employees one damned day off a year. How hard is that?

Welp. So much for a beauty thread on SNS. I’m gray again, and I have no idea why.

Testing. Am I gray again?

No. He’s got that nasty alcoholic skin. Personally, I can’t deal with drunks ever.

It’s just me and my older son and I couldn’t be happier.

That was my issue. I couldn’t believe someone complained about that.

Well, someone was listening in, because my car decided to cost me $300.

Their excuse is complete bullshit. I’ve never heard of anything knocking out an oil plug. They didn’t do their jobs right and they need to fix it.

Usually it means that at some point they’ll start monkeying with the formulas.

How’s the book going?

Thank you.

Is it fried?

They have to bring You’re the Worst back. When Paul said, “Lawyer up, bitch,” I nearly died. And then Gretchen standing along on the hill had me crying.

Thanks for the suggestion.