I just got so fucking drenched by sheeting rain. Like, comically drenched. Like, I lost track of how many times my umbrella turned inside-out, putting down towels, and pouring water out of my shoes drenched.

aww yeah! Do you have some kind of high tech way of doing this?

We just put the sealed meat in a bowl in the sink a start a thin stream of water from the faucet and leave it going till things are thawed.

I'm glad I made it home while it wasn't coming down that bad. 15 more hours of flood watch!

I didn't realize the farewell address was tonight. Oops. But I successfully air-fried garbanzo beans and have chili in the pressure cooker, so, not all bad.

Yeah, I've done that, Nora, and it's effective, but drought. Hard as that is to believe this week.

Twitter: Yeah, Goldengate is good, but what about Makingwatergate?

Clearly I missed something. Who peed?

Clearly I missed something. Who peed?

So... a bunch of memos came out (originally published on Buzzfeed) piggybacked on the news that intelligence orgs have determined that Russia had been working to elect Trump. The memos, of somewhat unverified origins indicate that they have been priming Trump for 5 years with visits etc., and they have blackmail material on him, including paying prostitutes to perform golden showers on the same bed in the Ritz Carlton in Moscow that the Obamas stayed in when they visited, specifically to violate that space.

So there's a LOT of PEEOTUS jokes going around.

ETA to make sure it's clear that there are two reports that came to light today - the intelligence one (a 2 page summary of proof of the interference while proving that the FBI knew all this in August) - AND ALSO the leaked (so to speak) memos of the ways that Russia has molded Trump over the last five years including but not limited to kinky surveillance in order to maintain control of him.

they have blackmail material on him

This is the thing I'd be more focused on. Doesn't that disqualify him from office? Because he's compromised?

The peeing thing...well, it seems like doing it in the bathtub would be easier to clean, is all.

I lost track of how many times my umbrella turned inside-out, putting down towels, and pouring water out of my shoes drenched.

Oh, man, yeah. I would have gotten that wet, too, except in a moment of brilliance this morning I decided to drive to work. It was entirely worth the $12 I paid for parking to not have to walk half a mile to the bus stop and then get splashed by passing cars while waiting for a bus that would have been delayed at least half an hour by traffic on the bridge. So glad I drove.

I'm also grateful I don't have to explain to my father what Golden Showers are. Because seriously.

I would like to throw a tantrum and eat something terrible for me, but I'm forcing myself to put on my Captain America shrug and use the green beans before they go bad.

This is the thing I'd be more focused on. Doesn't that disqualify him from office? Because he's compromised?

Yeah, that's way more damning, but the golden showers make for more fun hashtags.

(I also edited my original post to indicate there were two different stories involved, only one including the pee stuff.)