winglessvictory2
WinglessVictory2
winglessvictory2

I’m on it, eh.

HA!! I actually purchased a few Canadian patches for us to pin on! As I mentioned in another reply, I’ll be fine unless I open my mouth the word “y’all” comes out.

I actually bought a few Canadian patches for us to pin on our coats. We might pass unless I open my mouth — Eh, y’all!

Good news! I’m not actually afraid for our safety, I’m more worried that we’ll be negative ambassadors, or that people will assume we’re Trump supporters. Even navigating our own neighborhood is difficult now. We live in a conservative area and I purchased a Trump “Nope” T-shirt off etsy and I don’t feel comfortable

She looks like a pill — in the best way. If you’re from the South, you know what I mean.

I make Thai curry at least once a week. It’s not hot enough unless my husband sweats. I ask if he’s okay and he sighs with pleasure, while mopping his forehead, and says, “Yeah.”

Wow!

Good luck on the job!!! Wishes from the internet help. They certainly do.

My adult daughter and I will be visiting London and Paris in March — our first time overseas. I’m nervous about being an American over there right now given Trumplandia. Anything we can do to better blend in? I already know to wear real shoes, rather than trainers, unless they are actually slim fitting trendy

Do you have younger children? Mine are grown, but I’m around young children and I see how they accomplish homework tasks — ONLINE! Just last week, I witnessed a 12-year-old co-worker’s kid log onto the school system website, put in her password, watch a 30 minute video, complete a quiz and submit her homework. That

Speaking to the choir, my friend! It’s pure hypocrisy. Most of our family (my husband’s and mine) are similarly situated in ideology. These are hard times, when you’re fighting against feelings of frustration and dislike for the people you actually love. Thankfully our children share most of our ideology with regard

Yeah. I understand that. He’s not working full time; he’s just doing odd jobs and he has three teenage children he shuttles around. He had colon cancer ten years ago and has a permanent colostomy, which he is managing quite well using irrigation. I know I wouldn’t want to have a permanent colostomy at a relatively

I totally get it. I wish there was a way for people to negotiate disability and ssi instead of flipping the ON/OFF switch. But in a country where we can’t even get fairly priced  healthcare for everyone, I don’t see anything that reasonable happening. That said, I still don’t understand why my BIL and his family

As a young man, my grandfather ran moonshine during prohibition and was also a small-time bookie; my grandmother raised pigs and chickens for slaughter. Eventually they earned enough money to open up a country store and gas station. As you say, it’s hard to lose with booze, gambling and meat. Then again, Trump is

My BIL is on disability. I’m torn on how to proceed here because he went through an awful lot with his cancer and ended up with some serious, lifelong problems and I know his life will never be the same. Now, however, ten years on, he is very active, capable of working, loves to work — off the books — and yet he can’t

Oooh! It’s just like a foul-mouthed Ice Castles. Bring it on!

Wait. Zappos!?? My life is ruined. Please alert me when they come to their senses. Or tell me online shoe store that doesn’t endorse the Cheeto Fuhrer.

Oooh! That sounds good.

When I was a kid, I used to LOVE watching PBS cooking shows on the weekends. I’d watch The Frugal Gourmet (I know...I know), Justin Wilson, Earl Peyroux and Lidia’s Family Table. Later when TLC came along I watched all those haughtily narrated Great Chef shows where the chef just quietly made stuff I’d never heard of

But also, who watches Morning News? I get up, start my coffee, feed my dogs. Then I check my email, respond to the important ones, make calls, check in with the local news sites and legitimate news sites and then browse my guilty pleasure sites before I shower and get ready. The “TeeVee” doesn’t come on.