Today’s blog post brought to you by the letter “P” and the letter “R.”
P is for Productivity. And I sincerely hope the person who really needs to feel productive achieves his/her goal. As for me, I was productive yesterday. That’s enough productivity.
R is for Respect. Show some respect for the people who love and support you, because in the larger scheme of things, THEY will always be there. Best not to shit on them, k?
Ordinarily, I don’t like to get too personal. However, a recent discussion with my mom led to me to the conclusion I have roughly 7 more years of tampons to look forward to. This is bullshit.
Damn squirrel dug out one of my “scrap garden” plants. One tiny little romaine leaf, the height of a pencil eraser. He stole it!
Unbelievable. I poured myself a glass of red wine and set it on the coffee table, only to knock it over seconds later with my big ass as I bent to pick up a blanket on the floor. Incredibly, the entire contents spilled INTO MY OPEN PENCIL BOX. And the glass didn’t break. (And, no, I did not drink it anyway. What kind of heathen do you think I am?)
Coffee. There’s not enough and I’m getting bored with my mug collection.
Todd has stopped 10 t-shirts short of his collection. He switched to polo shirts and was recently seen wearing plaid shorts and a color-coordinated polo shirt. My motorhead.
I should have washed the t-shirts as he wore them. Spent yesterday – I shit you not – washing and folding SEVENTY-FIVE t-shirts.
Veterinarian Saves Puppy’s Life. New puppy at the other household fell deathly ill a little over a week ago, spent five days in hospital, still have not confirmed why (suspicion is leptospirosis, although extremely rare). He has regained the 3 pounds he lost and his energy has fully returned.
Italy. Went there in a dream recently, wearing nothing but a white, fluffy bathrobe and angry as a hornet because Todd dragged me all over the city and wouldn’t let me shower and get dressed. Much profanity was used.
Tuesday night I dreamed I was dating Joe Biden and went to a local restaurant with him where people just stared and whispered. I probably should not have quit drinking.
Yesterday I went to Walmart and scored a 12-pack of toilet paper, AND liquid hand soap. First time in over 3 months. Yet somehow I spent over $100. How DOES that happen?
With no further explanation I offer these random tidbits:
White Supremacy and the Nazi Flag should not be protected by the 1st Amendment. It should be called what it is: Domestic terrorism hiding behind “free speech.”
And also, “No other flag or pennant should be placed above or, if on the same level, to the right of the flag of the United States of America…” So flying a Trump flag on the same pole, above the U.S. flag – is sending this message loud and clear: Trump over country.
Cult leaders are “often power-hungry and authoritarian.” “They thrive on chaos.” “Cult leaders typically make tantalizing promises — ‘either to change the world, change you, make you rich,…’” from What Cult Leaders Have in Common.
“The Goldfinch” is an excellent read. Don’t watch the movie first.
The Pandemic is real. Don’t be an asshole.
Tequila might make your clothes fall off, but too much alcohol can ensure you get stuck in a too-small dress.
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