Tuesday Is a Trousers Day
Been wondering when I’ll put on a pair again. Trousers, I mean.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Fighting for hearts and minds
Been wondering when I’ll put on a pair again. Trousers, I mean.
I try to have faith people will see Trump’s malicious lies for what they are. After all, from day one he’s claimed the only reason he lost the popular vote to Hillary Clinton was massive voter fraud, and no one has ever believed a word of that.
Our good boy tested positive for valley fever, so now we know what to treat him for and I’m driving by later today to pick up anti-fungal medication.
Anxiety over being able to find restrooms … and reluctance to use one if we do find one open during the pandemic … is probably keeping as many of us home as fear of contracting the coronavirus.
I’m in my 70s now, and when I write the only organization I represent is me, so I reckon I can be a curmudgeon and disagree with the AP Stylebook on a point or two.
Yesterday’s great men are today’s embarrassments.
What if, on Earth 2, Wheel was a little more like Jeopardy?
Mister B is home from Valley Animal Hospital.