Numero Cinco ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Timelies all!
sj, that sounds a lot like Mr. S.
We survived visiting my folks, though we got home later that we wanted last night, and things were a bit chaotic. Um, chaotic-er?
It was over 90 degrees at 5 pm, so of course Mr. S wanted to take a long walk outside. Bleh.
I keep reminding myself that her stubbornness will likely serve her well later in life.
I can't stop looking at Twitter, but I feel like I'm going to lose my mind if I don't stop looking at Twitter.
This may well be my epitaph.
Hooray for smart kids and more vacation.
I have got to plan more vacation for the summer and/or fall.
I really have outrage fatigue, which I know is a problem. I'm trying to throw more money at problems, at least.
Do they still sell Dr. Scholl's sandals? I used to wear those, and now I'm thinking--why?
I was wearing Dr. Scholl's today! But this dude was in the full-foot, Dutch-souvenir-looking kind.
I keep reminding myself that her stubbornness will likely serve her well later in life.
That's how it worked with Emmett!
But there's a reason there's a ten year gap between kids because that shit is exhausting.
Things I said outloud at work today (once all the Trump voters were gone) - this is why I can't have guns, because I am really tempted to just go kill some people right now.
Y'all we are seeing some real evil right now. I'm gonna need some stringer meds, because I can feel the spiral starting. This is a crisis, like how am I supposed to work right now? I feel like I should maybe smuggle some people into my home and hide them out. Also? maybe move to Scandinavia.
Today, I hit my I-can't-even point with the Trump administration literally putting kids in cages.
I can't believe I even typed that sentence.
If other countries got together behind our back and decided to invade us over this shit, I would fly their goddamn flags on my porch. Because fuck the United States. We are monsters. And I mean "we", because I voted for Clinton but I can't keep babies out of cages. Canada should bomb the hell out of us, and more power to them.
Yeah, if a platoon came by my house flying the Maple Leaf, I'd breathe a "Oh, thank god. God save the Queen."
I have some close friends whose parents are ardent Trump supporters.
So I've spent the last half hour imagining punching septugenarians in the face, and ripping out their oxygen cannulas. Die you horrible old racist fucks.
My enemy lives under my flag.
Canada needs to sack the White House again.