Car Dog, Carpal Dog, YCRT!
Mister B is the car dog.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Fighting for hearts and minds
Mister B is the car dog.
… parts of the story I commented on yesterday may (or may not) be wholly false.
… playing lets-pretend-it-didn’t-happen isn’t the way to go here. It’s lying, and will only fan the flames of culture war.
No theme. No theme. You’re the theme.
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.
Now that intelligent and considerate people are masking again, I had a choice to make yesterday: whether to go to the monthly book club meeting in person or attend by Zoom. I chose wisely.
See? We don’t always have to choose the stupid thing!
Donna’s always coming up with ingenious ways to fix things and make them better. In another life, she’d have been an engineer. Wait. She’s an engineer in this life, minus the degree.