On my MAGA twitter account there was a tweet from some woman calling out 'libtards' because they kept saying that Facebook was a private company when she looked it up and saw it was public. The replies were a mix of people joyfully reveling in the stupidity of liberals and people gently trying to clarify the difference between public and publicly traded.

She posted something stupid about the Papa John's guy too. I don't want to write off everyone who doesn't agree 100% with me, but...it would help if people weren't stupid.

they kept saying that Facebook was a private company when she looked it up and saw it was public.

GOTCHA LIBT - oh, wait.

Vaping device found in mac's backpack. Still sealed. Looking forward to the "how dare I go through his stuff" fight.

Also pretty sure this was purchased st Wal-mart and it clearly says on it not for sale to under 18 which Mac still is.

Aw. I went from 16 to like 20 pretending to my parents that I smelled like smoke because I was hanging out in the smoky Dunkin Donuts. (NB: I never went to Dunkin Donuts.)

Having a hard morning. Watching my dad get frailer and frailer is just agonizing. When I was a kid, and my mom was chronically ill ('70s back surgery, atypical lupus, a whole host of other issues) and in and out of the hospital sometimes for weeks at a time, he was the strong one, the healthy one, and he's always had that "let me fix everything for everyone" mentality. He actually called in sick to work for a friend of mine once.

And now he's very wobbly, and not very clear-headed, and got sent home from work today because of it (although his boss is just concerned, not being a dick). Part of it is low-T, and part of it is the meds he's been on since the gall bladder surgery, and part of it is the same shakes both his parents had as they got older, but it's breaking my heart. And my mom's, and his.

I think of them both as young -- they're 75, but look younger, and have always had a fairly youthful attitude -- but I take death calls at work every day for people in their 60s and early 70s.

Bah. Life is hard. The end.

Oh yeah, I was smoking at his age, but hiding it and my parents were too naive to look through my stuff.

I smelled like smoke because I was hanging out in the smoky Dunkin Donuts.

Actual.true statement about me as a teenager.

I'm sorry, Amy. Life is hard.

Actual.true statement about me as a teenager.

That's why it was so believable! It was totally a likely place for a teenager to hang out, and always super smoky.

Man, remember when you could smoke inside?

Aw. I went from 16 to like 20 pretending to my parents that I smelled like smoke because I was hanging out in the smoky Dunkin Donuts.

My brother and I used to go out our bedroom windows and smoke my dad's cigarettes on the porch roof. Probably started around 13. So many people smoked back then (60s) that I don't think mom noticed.

I'm sorry, Amy. Life is indeed hard.