I finally sucked up my fears, sucked in my stomach (thank you, Spanx) and went to my college reunion. I won’t tell you how many years it was …but let’s just say that some of my “sluttier” sorority sisters can now answer to” Grandma,” “Nana,” and “Yo, Whiskers!” I was really apprehensive about going back to Penn and seeing
For lots of reasons Memorial Day is both my favorite AND least favorite holiday of the year. I’ll explain – although I’m still recovering from sitting in the sun drinking a fifth of lunch, I can’t guarantee my reasons will be explained in any particular order. The first reason I love Memorial Day is that there are no gifts
I am sooooo pissed off at Lori Loughlin. I cannot believe she bribed officials to get her kid into college. I find that appalling. She and her husband are very rich. How rich? Somewhere between the State of Rhode and Oprah, rich. Plus, Lori’s famous; has she made 237,000 Hallmark movies, she’s Aunt Becky, for fuck’s sake. You’d think that
I’m so lucky I have the greatest son in the world. And I say this not only because it’s true, but because he’s either copied my fingerprint or knows how to get around my facial recognition ID and can break into my devices and might read this. (FYI, he’s already managed to clone my credit cards.) My neighbor however, isn’t
I watched the State of the Union speech. All of the Democratic women wore white. Moving. Powerful. Well after Labor Day.