I just bought chocolate bars from the neighbor's kids in my own driveway. I need the chocolate like I need a new hole in my head, but still!
Lee's neighborhood likes carrots! AWESOME! If all turns out right, there will be 6 other A- travelling companions, including 2 little boys and my irreverent brother. If you are brave... seriously, while I suspect my parents won't pay your way, if you are interested, I can send you the info. Excuse is the usual: solar eclipse.
I teased mom tonight that she was burning through our inheritance because she knew we were to cheap to splurge on trips like this if we got it. She laughed, asked for my ss# for an annuity and informed me she was paying for the cousin's wedding fares AND new luggage, as well. WTF?!! Not complaining, but I do worry. OTOH, we're open about money, so I do know where they stand. Their retirement-selves are a little scary.
To balance out the horrifying Culkin photos, I offer you Viola Davis, naturally. Good LORD she looks better without the wig!
Oh hell, my annual home warranty payment is due.
Jesus. It's never pretty being around the first time a man gets called for "mansplaining". I mean, defensive is a predictable reaction. But this guy refuses to believe a woman can be too drunk to consent to sex, and well, if she is, wasn't the guy really drunk too, and doesn't that make him innocent?
His "well, I'm not American" excuse is pretty weak, because he's from Canada, not Mars, and it took me thirty seconds to find out explicitly that the same possibility of lack of consent (while conscious) exists, as well as being drunk yourself (under your own steam) is called out as no defense of you being a rapist.
It's really creepy that he keeps pushing "well, she's awake, so it's not so bad", and that he's making me do all the research.
Yeah, I know. He's not making me do shit. But the ignorance is so stunning, I almost feel it's dangerous.
All this talk about norovirus is making me unnaturally aware of my stomach. So I bought some ginger ale while I was out walking the dog.
All this talk about norovirus is making me unnaturally aware of my stomach.
Right? I keep wondering, "Am I nauseous? How about now?"
No one came to sell me chocolate in my driveway today. Disappointing.
Thanks again for the birthday wishes. I got a couple of boxes of Tagalong cookies. WOOT! And a massage. Plus we went out for sushi dinner. Nom.
I also went to the mall and hit up Sephora, Godiva, and Dicks. Yes, makeup, chocolate, and, ummm, trail tape.
Right? I keep wondering, "Am I nauseous?
I am, but it's because I ate way too much of a kale and mushroom pie.
Sounds like a good day, Suzi!
