"It's not like they'd have any way of knowing. They'd have to take her at her word that it's just the one fucktard. I mean, it's not like there's some sort of mandatory Chronic Fucktard Banger Registry folks can go look up online..."

Oh, but there should be. There seriously, seriously should be.

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The whole story of the Finnish President’s husband getting busted admiring the royal breasts of the Danish Princess - at a state dinner hosted by her mother-in-law, the Queen of Denmark no less! - had me laughing out loud. Click here for a link to the article and one of the photos if  you missed it and want to read it from an actual news source.

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Mortgaged and I were discussing movies today and how, in general, we don't do well with sad scenes anymore, even if the movie is excellent. Neither of us could really make it through Up in the Air for example. It seems like a great movie but the very realistic lay off scenes and the views of stacks of boxes in empty offices hit a little too close ( Read more... )

They have gorgeous blood oranges right now at Trader Joe's, absolutely gorgeous:


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How yucky can one migraine be ( Read more... )

I am 36 today…an age which sounded terribly old not 10 years ago but doesn’t feel anything even remotely like middle age let alone old now. Bully for me.

You know how, when someone who isn’t your close friend asks you your age on your birthday, once you’ve passed the age of say 24 or 25 you’re supposed to say something cute like “old enough to know ( Read more... )

For the week leading up to Chet’s funeral, I cried every day at the drop of a hat. Memories, catching snatches of songs, doing the little things that Mortgaged and I could do to help his family and the waterworks would begin. The funeral was cathartic and I thought I was more under control. Then, a few days later I found myself sobbing in a ( Read more... )

…right up until you can’t share one for a while. Mortgaged and I are decidedly an affectionate couple. We’ll have been together for 16 years this May and although I have heard that the level of simple, enjoyable, affectionate touching - hand holding, random caresses, kissing and the like - is supposed to level off a few years into a relationship, ( Read more... )

When I got home from work last night Mortgaged informed me with a sad little laugh that Chet had taken possession of the remote control again - a common enough occurrence when we three lived together, obviously impossible now. But for whatever reason, the various cable stations were littered with Clint Eastwood movies last night, and that was ( Read more... )