Wait, why isn’t GRETA on the City Council?

I read somewhere that part of the reason Rothenberg had to blow it all up was because he didn’t know whether there was going to even be a Season 6. So that kind of explains the starting over thing...

My mind is boggled. I honestly don’t understand the not-using-a-top-sheet thing. It’s a lot harder to wash a duvet cover weekly [and yes, that’s how often you should be washing your sheets, disgusting heathens], *then* wrestle it back onto that motherfucker, than it is to just wash a top sheet and take 5 whole seconds…

I have to say that Jack doing various dances while singing “Happy” was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen on this show. Also impressive - like singing a song to the tune of a different one. Had to be hard but Jack handled it like a pro.

Don’t forget we also had the Lesser Gruden as our OC and then miraculously [is this an example of the Peter Principle?] was hired by the Washington team as their head coach. Amazing that somehow Daniel Snyder made a worse decision than Mike Brown.

Not being the average Bengals fan [ladyparts, bleeding heart liberal, lives nowhere near Cinci], I was screaming — into the void, naturally — for Kaep to be signed in the off-season. However, until Mike Brown dies [can we get Olenna Tyrell on this, please?] nothing is going to change. Marvin is just going through the…

OK that’s pretty damn cute. I confess I myself wrote an adoring letter to *Reagan* when I was Pickle’s age, so... y’know, kids. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

“I guess the entire point of this scene was not to focus on the sexytimes but for us to wonder aloud what he’s got left,” remarked my friend. And so it was.

Oh, but they are. They don’t ship well, so we Oregonians [probably Washingtonians, dunno where Claire lives] are up to our eyeballs in them for about a month every year, and then we cry until next June.

I’m lucky enough to live in Portland OR, which is eminently walkable, though there are some dicey intersections here and there. I recently had surgery that required me to stay off of my bike and out of the gym for a few weeks, but I could walk as long as my legs could carry me. It’s been great, and although I’m back…

I meannnn ... I’m not picky.

I like fruitcake. No one else I know does...

Samesies. And not just Yankees but JEWISH Yankees. Uh, FWIW :-)

Every year I vow to send in a hate- and invective-filled email so that it can possibly be featured in this column. But after that colossal playoff meltdown I merely lay on the floor and wept while my BF (fucking Seahawks fan so he DOESN’T UNDERSTAND) looked on in disgust. God, Bengals fans are gluttons for punishment.

No, but they SHOULD be.

My boyfriend puts weird things together: cornichons + hummus is his latest creation. And I confess to mixing applesauce and greek yogurt. It's delicious with some cinnamon on it, I swear.

I admit to having — two days before my 46th birthday — a severe case of The Denial. Part of the problem is that the vast majority of my friends are younger — some more than 20 years. I have never been married, don't have kids (or even pets), but my friends who are near my age, with whom I used to be quite close, are…

Truth. I've loved Jean since she was What What - she's fucking brilliant and hilarious and evidently no slouch in the kitchen (follow her on IG for epic food pics).

Even that could backfire: http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-w…

I am also an Old (45) and my BF is a Young (33). We both voted, but also we live in an extremely blue area of a purple state with mail-in-only ballots. I haven't stood in line to vote at an actual precinct in probably 20 years. We had nearly 70% turnout in our state. Funny how when it's easy to vote (take note,…