Still I dared to dream. I didn’t dare tell Jessica that we were almost assuredly not getting tickets because she would have had a meltdown and gone into a psychotic and depressive episode that she might never emerge from. So, when I was bizarrely lucky enough to get a code the night before, I was extra nervous. So many didn’t get codes. I did, though. Then the morning came. Ten o’clock came. Reader, I have rarely been more afraid.
This will be my last LOVE/HATE posting until probably September. As you surely know, because I talk about it nonstop, I’ll be in Paris next week! Yes, I will be […]
Monday: Why don’t you all investigate the theory that Donald Trump is being paid by wealthy individuals to skew the election in favor of the Democrats? I don’t believe this […]
LOVE: H&M I had this whole fantasy of going on a tremendous shopping spree at the Mall of America yesterday. My arms would be laden with bags from all of […]
I was very inspired when I was reading Joan River’s new book, I Hate Everyone…Starting With Me. Hilarious book. Buy it. Devour it. Great jokes about Anne Frank and celebrities and offensive […]
This post might seem misogynistic at first glance, but that is not my intention at all. I am going to complain about two women, but that should not make you […]