All Over the Place
Maybe instead of reading Dr. Spock when we were young parents, we should have been watching the birds.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Our other children
Maybe instead of reading Dr. Spock when we were young parents, we should have been watching the birds.
We’re home from our first road trip since the COVID pandemic began in February 2020.
It seems the Ayn Rand libertarians were right all along: if you drown government in a bathtub, private enterprise and the invisible hand of the market will step in to maintain order and public safety (insert sarcasm emoji here).
Cooking for company is a big deal, and we’ve missed it.
Yikes, though … that is one naked skyline. Might as well be living in Montana!
Sexual addition? Kiss my ever-lovin’ Southern Baptist race-hatin’ porn-obsessin’ Putin-rootin’ ass.
As a military family, we’ve been inoculated against all sorts of dread diseases. We remember experiencing fevers, chills, and aches after some of those vaccinations. The COVID shots are a walk in the park by comparison, and I hope people aren’t avoiding getting the vaccine over concerns about side effects.
I hate to say it, but the Trumps seem like they’d scratch the itch so many Americans seem to have for a royal family of our own. They don’t do anything useful, they’re nasty to one another, and they provide at least as much scandal and entertainment as the Winsors provide the Brits.