Not all of Texas, but certainly a distressing amount. Paxton is kneeling at the altar and asking for a pardon because he's a fucking criminal. Ted Cruz is just the worst.

I gather the SCOTUS has just opted not to basically dismantle the entire federal system right now (no doubt they’ll get around to it one day) but it’s still, after all this, hard to not be shocked and dismayed how much of their party openly asked them to.

I said 106 Republican Members of Congress, but I think it ended up being 126. Now the head of the Texas Republicans is implying succession might be the answer.

I’ll have you know I hold you all responsible for the brownie baking that happened here at 11 o’clock last night.

What recipe did you use, brenda?

Thank you, everyone. I feel simultaneously cosseted, mopey and utterly ridiculous (and also weirdly comforted by Matt, who understands being set off by Bob Odenkirk after being set off by Olive Garden).

Emmett came over to help pick out a tree and bring it home, and then stayed to watch A Charlie Brown Christmas and one episode of The Repair Shop, both of which were lovely. I was frantically trying to finish up three hours' of day-job work in 30 minutes, so I left everyone to their own devices for a while and came into the living room only when Hec called that I needed to fix the tree. Emmett had hung the lights in a first attempt (literally--he's 24 and I don't think he's ever put up the lights himself before) that was valiant but clumpy. I started straightening the lights out and said, "Don't worry, you did really well for a first time," and he said, "Awwww, that's a B+ in momspeak." Which got me completely choked up.

No ornaments on the tree yet, but I'm happy just to look at our joint light-stringing for a while first.

"Awwww, that's a B+ in momspeak." Which got me completely choked up.

Aw, how sweet.

Thank yous!

Lots of ~ma, all around. {{{Buffistas}}}

Health ~ma to you hippocampus.

Health~ma to hippocampus and sj's aunt and uncle.

JZ, {hug} grief is the worst emotion. You are not at all ridiculous for getting weepy over a picture of a car. It's been years since we sold the farm, and it was the right decision and the man we sold it to loves it and cares for it better than we could, but sometimes I see an old photo or a certain way the magnolias bend and I still get sideswiped by the realization that I'll never walk on those fields or sit by that fireplace again. Eventually it mellows but grief never entirely goes away, that's why it's the worst.

Tr*mp getting smacked down by his Republican judges brings me little joy. But sometimes a little joy is enough.

This is an utterly lovely story (in about 15 or 20 tweets, but there are lots of photos and a couple of short vids). [link]

You want to read it. [link]

You will feel a little better about humans, once you have read it. [link]

I think this woman is a Buffista spirit baby. [link]

All of these links lead to the same story. I just really want you to read it. [link]

A lot. [link]