Facebook just told me that I needed to “reconnect” with my husband. And then they showed me a picture of him just in case I wasn’t sure who he was. Way to make me question my marriage, Facebook.
This week on my sex column (which is satirical and vaguely safe for work if your boss isn’t a douche-canoe):
- Sex and the City 2. It gave me a headache before I even saw it.
This week on Good Mom/Bad Mom on the Houston Chronicle:
This week on the internets:
- I’m flattered. And a little bit terrified.
- Someone submitted my picture on hawtness.com. The good news is that I’m fully-clothed. The bad news is that I’m voted “unhawt” by about 10 to 1. Like, Betty White eating a hot dog is ranked 8 times hotter than me. For real, y’all. The good news is that I’m pretty unidentifiable since I’m in full make-up because it’s a picture from when I did that clown p0rn thing. Or maybe that’s bad news too. Honestly, I can’t even judge this stuff anymore.
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome: