I’ve used that line before with my pro-gun relatives. Doesn’t seem to register. But I also use the notion that ALL American citizens, including the severely mentally ill and paroled felons and the worst of our society, are entitled to bear arms per the 2nd amendment because that hoary old thing does NOT specify which…

I’m as gray as a rat, but it takes burgundy/purple dye quite easily, so that’s my current shade.

My niece had a baby a couple of years ago. She lives in a big city, 5 minutes from a state of the art hospital, where she wanted to have her baby. BUT- she wound up having the baby at home with a midwife, which she did not want to do, because she had an insurance policy with a $5000 deductible and the midwife charged…

Rawhead Rex totally freaked me out. Then I found out it was a Clive Barker story, so I read it and got freaked out all over again!

I remember! “How do you think a man like me...” [pause]...:...got to be a man like me?’ I loathed that commercial then and still do! What was the product advertised- some sort of investment instrument for rich people?

I’m going to reply to my ownself and retract my statement. I truly did not think it through- I was flashing back to my 3 c-sections and how I had to go back to work in 10 days with each one because we were Poor with a capital P, and hubby had a gambling addiction and I didn’t know where the rent money was coming from…

I’ve had 3 C-sections, and lemme tell ya, they were the most relaxing, blissful experiences of my life! Def 10/10. I’m just sorry I’m old now and can’t have any more of those lovely, gentle C-sections. Why, sometimes I think about just taking a box cutter and slicing my abdomen open just to have one more~

Guilty pleasure confession: I read Elle for Ask E. Jean.

Have a great weekend friend!

I’m so old, I was at Peabody before it was part of Vanderbilt. Went to high school at Hillwood. Go Hilltoppers!

Hey girl! I’m right down I-40 in Jackson. I went to college at Peabody, and I dearly love Nashville!

When I was in high school I had a very wealthy friend who lived with his parents in the Belle Meade section of Nashville, and their house was so big that my friend had his own wing. He would have parties with 20-30 people and swore that his parents NEVER EVEN KNEW ABOUT THEM.

I know, right? The whole room was laughing at him, and that is the worst thing that can happen, according to what he has said many times.

but much worse he talks bad about me to our four year old daughter

I am delighted by your use of the word smarmy. It means nasty-nice, and old Joel here fits the description perfectly.

I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM!!!!

You know, as I slog to my $30K a year job, hoping to keep my head above water till I can retire, I have to wonder- why, oh why, did Trump even want this job? He obviously hates it (and most of us, and of course himself). He had more than enough money for himself and his descendants unto the 10th generation to live in…

The day after I saw Atomic Blonde, I ordered a copy of the soundtrack; I play it every morning on my way to work and generally ramp up my badass factor! Now if I just run into some Russian/East German late 80s-type bad guys, I can take them apart with my bare hands.

Prof G and I vacationed in Copenhagen and Aarhus last October. Some of the nicest people I have ever met in my life, and Copenhagen is a thoroughly delightful city. The harbor front areas are so picturesque and now all I can think about is that poor woman in the water.

I remember all this in the 80s since Baby Gothick was born in 1980 and I followed these cases keenly. One rallying cry from accusers was that “We believe the children! Children don’t lie!”