Another Year Shot To Hell
My calendar year starts on the first day of November, and ends on October 31st, Halloween. Show me a Halloween baby who doesn’t feel the same way, and I’ll show you a soulless robot programmed to go along with the crowd.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
It didn’t happen if there are no pix
My calendar year starts on the first day of November, and ends on October 31st, Halloween. Show me a Halloween baby who doesn’t feel the same way, and I’ll show you a soulless robot programmed to go along with the crowd.
I feel it’s my duty to point out that as a military veteran I’ve had a hell of a lot of shots and can remember only one time I ever had a reaction of any kind, and that was a bit of achiness and a slight fever after an anthrax vaccination, lasting less than a day.
I made one of my periodic treks to Pima Air and Space Museum this morning, wanting to see if anything’s changed. The answer: not much.
In my next life, I want to find someone who looks at me like Senator Krysten Sinema (D-AZ) looks at Republicans.
My favorite photos from our three days at the lake
I shouldn’t get ahead of events, but we’re trying to adopt a pair of female miniature dachshunds.
You see where this is going, right? Read the books, get the hat.
I decided to drop by Pima Air and Space Museum today.