To read this week’s column click here. I don’t have much to say about it besides bitching about RLO’s friend CALLING HIM SUGAR! I liked her and all, but seriously! Clearly she is unaware that he is my back-up plan, not hers.
If we’re single at fifty we’re going to marry, and make out on the street. Of course by then my womb will have long since given up, so we’ll adopt children to serve us from a third world country and be the new Brangelina. Only less hot, and way, way older.