Thank you for such an apt illustration of the war on women. Which is carried out one woman at a time.

I’m sorry. Our dad’s would have probably loved each other. Or, if yours was as completely missing the self awareness gene as mine, they would have hated each other for being lazy, and delusional, and mean…never realizing they were looking in the mirror. Ugh.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.