Several months ago, Mrs. G's aunt discovered Facebook. At 67 and a shaky grasp of technology that began and ended with the television remote control, the internet (and email!) are a bewitching alchemy of whiz-bang awesome. She has burned some serious midnight oil tracking down old school and work friends and assembling an impressive gallery of "likes": I'm old and if you don't like it, kiss my ass; Did someone say diet? Wash your mouth out with chocolate; There, their and they're are not interchangeable; If you're a dirty old man...call me.

In short, Mrs. G's aunt is a lovesick disciple of the World Wide Web.

1) Mrs. G. has never trusted or liked Bill Maher. Nearly a decade ago, she told Mr. G. that she thought Maher was a misogynist, a puffed-up snake, the kind of guy who would viciously berate you on the way home from a party where he had spent the evening charming the room. She tried to give him another chance when he launched his HBO show Real Time, but the first time she watched it, he interrupted Cornel West three times in five minutes and that was that. She was officially done with his smug face. Mrs. G. can’t think of another celebrity who summons such sincere distaste.

Unless you consider Glen Beck a celebrity.

Five questions to launch you into the weekend... 

1) What's your favorite song at the moment?

2) Do you collect anything?

3) If you have PMS or are in a funk, what's your "go to" food?

4) Where would you choose to live if you had to leave your country?

5) What's the worst hairstyle you ever had?

p.s. Regular reader, Laurie Hertzel, has written a great book

and there is a cool PAPAYA! 2011 weekly planner giveaway in GS!

Dear Mrs.G. Mom...

Several years ago, a reader asked a question that has stuck with Mrs. G; she thinks about it often. At the time, she couldn't answer it, but not for lack of trying. She spent many nights in bed mulling it over before sleep. She stood in hot showers rolling the question around in her head, hoping the steam might help dislodge an articulate answer.