AITA, Kamala?
AITA for pressuring my wife to ask her sister not to visit?
Dog Days for the Hard of Hearing
I’m blogging in the afternoon, which feels odd to me.
Twelve Is the New Seven
Thank goodness for books and streaming TV, because this week will be one long Trump rally.
Saturday Bag ‘o Joe
You learn something every day. When I say you I mean me, because everyone else knew that already.
You’ve Got Texts!
I know how to unsubscribe from unwanted campaign email, but how do I block the incessant campaign text messages that make my cell phone ding all day long?
Your Buffet Tray Is in the Mail
There’s no way I’d eat at a buffet or salad and soup bar now, commercial or homegrown. And I seriously doubt I’ll ever be able to bring myself to do so again even if there’s a vaccine (especially with the number of people who swear they won’t take it), which basically means never again.
Tuesday Is a Trousers Day
Been wondering when I’ll put on a pair again. Trousers, I mean.
Back to Skool
I’m going to go out on a limb here and predict Trump will, at the last minute, back down.