I’ve got some running around to do in the immediate future, coping with us being a one-car family for the morning then heading to my credit union to arrange the loan for the new-to-us truck that’s eleven years younger than our old new-to-us truck. In the midst of that I’ve got morning meetings to not attend. Good times.
Camo pants.
It snowed here yesterday and my dad tried to tell me that California’s stupidities “don’t affect you”. My mom shut me down before I could give him a deserved — respectful — verbal thrashing.
Glistening.
I tried very carefully adding to the binders last week for the first time in a long while, and I was able to do so without incident.
Violet leggings.
Turns out there were a few images left, and Roamy said she kind of missed these, so here’s an old-school MMM poat for a change of pace.
So one of our fellow Hostages hit it big in the lottery. Yes, Troy won big. So did Uncle Sam who appreciates all the tax money to feed the machine. Always fun to imagine what you would do if you won the lottery. For me, part of the enjoyment of buying a lottery ticket, is daydreaming about what you’d do with all that money. Everyone says they will not change but secretly know they will. Here’s a few ideas of what to do with all that mad money.
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April 11, 2019
“Screw all those whores! I’m never going to be embarrassed about loving The US of A and wanting my President and government to put my Country’s interests first.
You don’t like America? Get the eff out.”