Interesting evening. Ordered Thai takeout and before it could be delivered, we had a massive thunderstorm with pouring rain. I feel so guilty about the poor delivery person. Now I have leftovers for the fridge but am paralyzed by a 100 pound scared puppy leaning on my leg.
Milli Vanilli are performing in DC? I’m confused. Weren’t they lip syncing their songs way back and didn’t one of them die? Not from embarrassment, I assume.
I filed my taxes today. I have never resented sending money to the federal government as I do now. Am I buying an assault vehicle, paying for a family to be mistreated in a filthy detention center, or paying the salary of some ICE goon? Damn depressing.
If you support PBS, and if not, why, then I highly recommend one of their streaming programs, Bookish. A cozy series of murders with underlying themes of family, recovery, and tolerance.
Does anyone else get a little angry when a song from an artist you liked or a movie comes on and the artist or the actor died from drink and drugs? Such a waste, you think. Such a waste.
What gets you blocked with no discussion? This only two genders crap. Learn some basic biology and show compassion towards those navigating a difficult world.
Today is Trax' Gotcha Day! One year ago, on a bitterly cold afternoon, a beautiful cat who had been roaming the neighborhood ( we assumed he had a home), walked up our driveway. No one ever claimed him so Trax became a happy and warm indoor cat.
Okay, hear me out. Let’s bury Mr. Carter with all due respect and ceremony then call it a year . Go straight to 2026. This copy book is already blotted.