No, wait. I’m full of shit :) I just found it. Sept. 30.

Uhhhh... 10 days ago or so? Around then. I can’t check because I’m locked out of Delta Echo Bravo.

Yay!

That’s all well and good: How was the KFC taco? Be extra specific; I’m really, really hungry.

Now I’m hungry. Seriously hungry.

You know, I didn’t know my soul could get any more broken, but... yep, there it goes. Another piece just cracked off and rolled into the street. Oh, good. A dog is pissing on it.

So much. So very, very much.

“Dana DeLANEYYYYY!”

Of course there is. There always is.

See, I didn’t know it wasn’t 911 in France. Huh. Good to know.

Yes, you can! If you click on the three vertical circles to the right of the star next to a reply to your comment, there should be options including, ‘Flag Comment,’ ‘Delete Comment,’ and ‘Report User.’ Have at ’er, little snowflake! Enjoy your new-found powers.

Oh, honey, no. That’s a waste of valuable bodily fluids. Don’t get dehydrated on his account. Be better than that.

Like, “Get off Skype, dummy, and change hotel rooms. What is wrong with you? Call me again after SVU.’”

That’s so beautiful.

Me, too. Hand to God, my husband would have said something like, “Well, what do you expect me to do about it? I’m halfway around the world...”

Jesus, Kim. No. Just... no.

It will absolutely, one hundred per cent, no-olds-barred, become the new definition of ‘scorched earth policy’ that future historians and anthropologists will reference back to and say, “See? That’s how it’s done.” I mean, songs will be sung about the night Paris burned.

Fuuuuuuuuuuck.

Was coming here to say the same thing. But probably wasn’t going to as... reasonable as you. Thanks, Voice of Reason! You’re swell :)

Well, you’re not now...