O.M.GGGGGG. My language. The fucking white queso at Kerbey Lane. I miss Austin.

I’m in somewhat of the same boat, too. BF finally got custody of his kids because their mother is useless. But now, the chock-full ‘0-attitude 15yr old spends as much time at her mother’s house as is allowed because there’s no supervision over there. I have to keep reminding him that he’s doing the right thing, he’s…

It really is terrible. I watched it growing up, and now that my 13yr old watches it, I’m like ‘wtf dude, that shit is terrible!?!’.

I wish it had happened. It would’ve made the most sense.

Absofuckinglutely! Of all the relationships to progress naturally, I always thought that one was the most organic.

My grandma always told me to marry a nerd. Her reason is that they’re smart, so will be successful, and will have been treated like shit by women throughout their younger life, so will be super grateful and appreciative of a good woman.

How soon before the show are they having these procedures done? Don’t they know ANYTHING?!? My gawd people, give it time to settle.

Ohhh, I’m so sorry. My grandma has been gone a little over two years now, and I’m still realizing just how much I learned from her. We’re lucky to have had such badass ladies in our lives. Here’s hoping they’re clinking drinks somewhere enjoying their own debauchery and ours :)

Will she teach me?

Hot DAMN!

My first thought when I saw that blind was Rob.

He respects me plenty. He’s A) Correct. They’re not my kids, and they’re old enough now that it’s not my place to be telling them what to do without it looking like I’m trying to mother them, and B) a fucking awesome ex-husband to his stupid, lazy, shitbag ex, and it makes our lives a lot easier when she’s comfortable…

I didn’t know until just now when I googled it that those AREN’T the lyrics. Whoa.

Ohhhh, that movie was my jam! I saw it long before I saw the first one (thanks to my babysitter named Barbie). Michelle Pfeiffer was IT for me. I still love her.

Yuuuuuup! I’m the one being told ‘you’re not their mother, don’t tell them what to do; if you need them to do something, let me know and I’ll tell them’ and a week later being asked ‘this one is sick, can you stay home with her?’

That’s an old photo. Current Rob has sleeves.

Paul McCartney died in 1967. The McCartney we know toady was his replacement. That’s why he won’t take a DNA test to disprove his paternity of the woman the real McCartney fathered before his death.

Ok, that one made me snort.

I will totally watch that with Scott.

JFC, no wonder her kid wants nothing to do with her!