Good god, that is brilliant.

I always think of myself as this peaceful flower person/dotty lady, but the other day, teenagers were jumping on my roof from the garage roof next door (it’s only about 4 feet away - I live in the no-zoning slum) and I screamed “Get the fuck off my roof, you fucking asshole!”

Whatever happened to “Minnesota nice”?

Fuck these fucking people.

Erica Tazel wins. I have no idea who she is, but she looks amazing.

I hope so.

I kind of hope it was a deliberate slap at the Kardashians and all their damned Ks.

It’s a small business with a perishable product that is the first thing people cut out in times of economic stress. It can be really rough on people.

Time for the refuse cat.

That is awesome.

My mom’s assisted living is proof of that. I have had people yell at me for being in the elevator (apparently they think the trip up two flights should be a solo adventure) and for sitting quietly, waiting for my mom, looking at my phone. This cranky bitch I didn’t even know yelled at me about using my phone, for my…

I admire her so much. Just the fact that she shut down Nancy Grace, the evil emotion-sucking vampire, made me stand up and cheer for her. I wish her nothing but peace, sunshine and happiness.

I spent a summer working in a greenhouse. Hardest work of my life. I remember coming home and laying on the floor, with all my bones aching.

I could write a book about this. I have worked in the floral industry in production, wholesale and retail levels, so I have opinions.

Thousand Islands dressing at my house growing up recipe: mayo, squirt of ketchup, pickle relish. Voila!

Ah, you curmudgeons. I am Pollyanna! I find glory in expressions of love.

My mom was a boiler of vegetables. And for some bizarre reason, she served plain boiled brussels sprouts with cider vinegar. Ugh.

They also make one hell of a great souffle.