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.
The Super Bowl is over and I’m not nearly as happy as I was last year when my beloved Philadelphia Eagles won the whole enchilada and accepted the Vince Lombardi trophy as choruses of boos rained down on NFL Commissioner, Roger Goodell. This year I was glad that my other fave team, the L.A. Rams, were in it. FYI, I
Dear Diary: I was in Dr. Fishman’s waiting room today and I read a magazine article on new, alternative kinds of therapy. I think the magazine was called, “Therapy Illustrated,” or “Therapy Times,” or “Therapy Fancy,” which apparently is like “Cat Fancy” for crackpots. Whatever. One of the articles made me laugh out loud (which, FYI, disturbed the woman