I think that qualified as a hate swim.

Poor dad: he's feeling so much better that he's starting bitching about the food again. It doesn't help that the doctor gave orders for him to get "mechanical soft", which means they chop or mash his food up.

So last night he walked out of the cafeteria without eating his dinner, and when we got there, announced he needed to move, and got pissy with us. Which no, that's a non-starter. So I'm going to call his doctor and pull the 'quality of life' card to see if I can get the food orders rescinded. He was certainly happy to eat his pizza by hand when we took him out.

Hopefully he'll be in a better mood today: I was having flashbacks to my mother's paranoia and anger.

So, as we were eating lunch just now, Casper commented that Dillo used to shout, while in the shower, "Penie wenie fuck sword blast!" and she would nearly die laughing in her adjacent bedroom. Dillo informed us that he was banishing the urine from getting on his feet when he peed in the shower by shouting this phrase. And now mr. flea wants to make it the password for our wifi network.

Happy Fourth of July!

That is hilarious!

That reminds me we saw the best wifi name the other day, "Bill Wi the Science Fi."

That is good.

Billytea, I was meaning to ask--how the heck does mandatory voting work? Do they hunt you down if you haven't voted?!? I feel like that would be nigh-unenforceable in America, in addition to idiots deciding it would be funny to vote for Mickey Mouse (though...not like the current system is preventing that, Trump)

Am on a bus again, but this is a nice (and emptier) bus so much better. But my god, con drop is so real. Had a wonderful time dancing, especially lots of west coast swing dancing--some really excellent dancers, plus I got to DJ for hours and play all the songs I like, and that was super fun too. Sigh. Had already decided I wasn't attending a new convention in DC Labor Day weekend, but am so tempted to change my mind.

Ahhhhh.... my vacation is really over now. So sad. Maybe a face mask to wrap it up.

The friends whose annual barbecue we were going to had to cancel, as her mom went to the hospital this morning (she seems to be much better, now luckily). J informed me of this by singing "Freedom" at the top of his lungs. We like just sitting around at home together more than is probably good for us.

We did go out to the oldest Bob's Big Boy in America for breakfast, which felt like a very 4th thing to do, and even braved the grocery store. Tonight, drinking Moscow Mules and watching more Preacher.

I was supposed to go to my SIL's house for her hubby's birthday, but my dog has been so freaked out by thunderstorms and people playing with fireworks that I can't leave her. Zoe may be 75 pounds and fierce looking, but if she hears a boom she is shaking in my lap. We live close enough to the beach that it will be very boomy. I love it, but I won't be able to go out and watch unless DH and I take turns cuddling with her.