Me from ME

7 feral kids (well 6 and sweet & calm Carmen). When I first mentioned the feral children I hadn't seen subsequent episodes and have meant to come back to clarify that sweet, calm Carmen was not one of them. She is more of a parentified child at this point which is a real shame.

Finally finished watching this mess - only took 4-5 tries. Can barely stand Hilaria, feel sorry for the animals, and the kids are feral. Alec has worked hard for several years and his real estate is beautiful. I anticipate that it won't withstand the wear and tear of all the banshees as they grow bigger and stronger.

I could use the vomit emoji right about now.

Re: stint... at first I was going to give her a pass since autocorrect...but, the rest of her post doesn't have glaring errors so someone must be proof-reading. And someone missed it.

I believe it was none other than world traveller and fashionista Carlin.

Who can forget "hammy down" clothing?

Still at it at 6:25 Mika is cry talking now about their meeting with DJT being misunderstood.

It's 6:16 a.m. aaaaand they're off to the races. Joe is yelling and justifying both how he handled the David Frum issue as well as their trip to Maralago. Mika is defending their actions as well. I wonder how this segment will be edited.

I had been tapering off these two during the run up to the election. Preferred listening to the Bullwark and Meidas Touch. Of course, I have always turned them off when Mika starts blathering about her vanity project. Tuned in this morning to see how they were handling the backlash. It appeared to me that there was more than usual tension between them. It seemed as if Mika had not been fully on board with making nice with DJT last weekend. It also seemed as if hypocrite Joe was back pedaling a bit and justifying his recent actions.

My family lived there longer ago than that. We had to make do with Guy Fawkes Day for an autumn holiday. Also, hamburgers and milkshakes were not available. The Wimpys and Whipsys at Blimpy were rough approximations.

Speaking of annoying habits: my bf interrupts me to answer a question he THINKS (incorrectly) that I was in the process of asking. I've tried several things: "Yes, that's an interesting answer but not what I was in the process of asking", "If I may finish my question", as well as expressing that it bugged me at a different time both gently and angrily. The dilemma is that it is disruptive of good communication.

Maybe someone "accidentally" forgot to send in a payment or three for the Tesla.

May I just say... attractive couple...hideous light fixture? Jana and Steven seem to be such a real couple as opposed to the poseurs known as the Stew crew.

My parents were married for many decades. Although they did have quarrels they remained devoted to each other. They had many hobbies and travelled the world together. When they were both placed in memory care they spent their days holding hands. After a few years Dad died and I cared for Mom during the last months of her life. We were able to return to the house that he had built for her when he first retired that they lovingly finished together. It was a blessing that she had a Cerebral hemorrhage one morning and passed on several days later in a hospital bed provided by hospice in her favorite room which was a sun filled sitting room adjacent to the kitchen with a view of the village in the valley below. It was a room in which she would do needlework every evening after she and Dad did the dishes and he would watch tv in the family room. Before Mom and I returned to that house I had motion sensors set all around the house to prevent burglary. There were many times the alarms went off and the monitoring company called the police to check for a break-in. Despite all the problem solving with the company every sensor was working properly and placed in such a way that a mouse could not have tripped it. Once we lived there we left for days at a time without any repeats of the alarms being tripped. It was almost as if Dad was looking for her. My brother was aware that she was failing but couldn't make the 3 hour drive. On the morning she passed I was awaiting the hospice nurse and called my brother's wife to tell her the news. I was at the kitchen sink looking out the window while on the telephone and I saw a large animal walk up the road, turn left at our driveway and walk down then, proceed around the cul-de-sac and pause. From the size and the ear tufts I determined that it was a Mountain Lion although I had never seen one in the wild, or, for that matter in that neighborhood. It paused long enough for me to take a photo before it walked on. I felt that it was Dad's spirit, coming to reunite with Mom. The afternoon that I had picked up her cremains was an overcast day. Back at the house I suddenly I noticed a bright glow and saw that the sun was shining from under the clouds reflecting on the opposite wall. I looked out the window over the valley and there was a double rainbow.

Yes, as usual she confuses posturing with actual dancing.