Great. Scary stories. Now I have to go wander through the empty church where I work to make sure it’s ready for Sunday.
Great. Scary stories. Now I have to go wander through the empty church where I work to make sure it’s ready for Sunday.
That’s what it was. I couldn’t figure why her teeth looked so disgusting. Ish.
Wow. Just . . . Thanks for that, Cheryl. You look horrible. You’re slurring (healthy!?) and referencing Dr. Oz. Please, go home. Go. Go home and shush. Shhhhh.
I was 9-10 and I thought she was the most amazing princess (like I knew of any others) ever. I was 23-24 when she died. Devastated.
Seriously, between Cruz and Trump it’s like asking, “Well, would you rather be shot or poisoned?”
I know this isn’t remotely a Deadspin-type comment, but movie villain deaths #6? I adored Alan Rickman. My girl cat died the same day he did, so I’m just kind of picturing them snuggling up together. It helps.
There is some nuclear-levels of rationalization going on in her head. Or delusions, I don't know which.
OMG, I gasped at the cute! Those cheeks, so sweet! Oh, chubby, sweet babies! I’ll be a (step (ex-step?) idk)) grandma again in May. Cannot wait for little bebeh!
So, I’ve been around Jezebel for a long time, but the last Kinja greyed me, and I’ve been there forever. I’m black in other places, Jezebel, show this lady some love! My husband vanished, my girl cat died, I need a boost. Yes, I’m begging. My mom has come over and we’ve been watching the new season of “Vikings,” then…
Mom and me are deep into the box wine and watching “Spy” — which introduced me to this song.
We had to get together to watch the first episode of the new season of “Vikings” (I DVRed it) and eat fabulous Chinese take out and drink too much wine. Whoo!
I understand. 17 years for me and “poof” he's gone. It sucks. It will get better. I'm getting through it day by day, and you can, too.
What a sweet picture. And look those baby leg rolls! Adorable!
Box wine! Pinot noir with my mom!
I lost my Honey-Cat on June 30, 2014 as a unilateral decision by my parents, he was staying with them at the time. I didn’t find out for weeks. It was enraging. I lost Cleo, Honey’s littermate, on January 14, 2016. I knew she had chronic kidney failure, we’d been doing multiple treatments, she didn’t hide from me, but…
No problem. I've been around here forever, but the last Kinja greyed me and I've never returned, so, caution!
Wasn’t trying to be snarky at all, just providing info! It’s all good . . .
In the void of space that are most republican politicians’ heads . . . No one hears you scream.
SAME KID!!!!!
JFC, can someone lock this little psychopath up already?