Ceiling Fans & Space Jellyfish
Our son Gregory’s in town for a trade show.
"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
Our son Gregory’s in town for a trade show.
Sober fós: still sober. Today, Saint Patrick’s Day, marks 17 years since I last drank.
Yesterday I saw two news stories claiming the Oscar-winning movie American Fiction is streaming on Amazon.
The dogs have been walked, the bird feeders replenished, the bird bath cleaned and refilled. It’s time to blog!
Sorry for the TMI.
In a recent post, I mentioned ordering a new wristwatch to celebrate an important-to-me anniversary coming up on St. Patrick’s Day.
So this popped up in yesterday’s news. Sure, shitbirds like this infest every state in the Union. My Show Me homies don’t have a lock on white supremacy and regressive thinking. But there are Red states and Redder states, and I sometimes hesitate before telling new acquaintances I’m from Missouri. Or that my home town, […]
Shit on Twitter if that’s your thing (and I’m talking to you, Rick), but it’s been good to me.