My idea of housework is giving the room a sweeping glance...Unfortunately I am cursed with knowing dirt when I see it after the housecleaners have been here. Not sure what I'm expecting but I thought washing floors would be part of it; not dusting my myriad of knickie knackies on the living room shelves. Doing bathrooms and cleaning those dang glass tables is the best of their work, however.
MARMALADE COMICS Has to be said. Biden should have done his pardon (I don't have problem with it) and said nothing else. No justification, no malarkey, no nothing, nada. Mr Felony of course railed at the injustice of it all, but now he has more justification (as if he needed it) to release his personal mob from Jan 6 as every little dictator needs his private army. I especially find amusing that the gang of three (marmalade, muskie and higgly piggly-hegseth) are clutching their pearls and bemoaning family values. Between them they have multiple liaisons, children and have cheated on all their mates.
Marmie uses his sperm offerings as cannon fodder when needed or to get out of court. This is the same loving person who buried his beloved first? wife on his golf course but I am sure that had nothing to do with cemeteries beings tax-exempt but an act of respect and esteem. A wonderful resting place among the rolling green hills-oops, ball landed right on top of that mound there. And muskie with his 12 oddly named and strategically placed (away from him) offspring with names like jackhammer and moon doggie I believe. And higgly's own Mother condemned him as a man who drinks and then berates and disrespects women putting him squarely on Santa's naughty list. The milk of human kindness has definitely curdled.
Further hilarity ensues when turtle man (McConnel) is appalled with the partisanship shown as several federal judges delay their retirement after the red election. OMG-stings when we use your playbook aye?
DRIVING WHILE CRAZY So when did turn signals become optional. I love the game of will she or won't she (turn that is). Is it obvious? Are the wheels cocked a certain direction? Should I take a chance. Nope usually fooled by the eventual direction taken. These are the same folks who dodge in front of you and go below the speed limit. They have established their place and by gum the rest is up to you - followed by the screeching of brakes and a disgusted look from the chaos causing driver ahead. Cars are too comfortable as folks appear to be directing their vehicle similar to how they ride their lounger, head below seat level, soda and popcorn to the ready. Dashboard screens as wide as their home-grown televisions prompting attention everywhere than the road ahead. The equivalent of self-driving cars and gosh are we ever ready for them.
As a defensive driving alumni, I probably infuriate rather than act as a stress reliever to others. I know that as when going precisely 3 miles over the speed limit I am constantly passed. Often where space for passing is non-existent. I sneer at your double yellow line; the shoulder is for winners; speed limits are merely suggestions for turtle people.
DEJA VU ALL OVER AGAIN I must have one of those faces. I am constantly being accosted by friend and foe with "don't I know you?" Weird thing is, they probably do. Saw a woman in college I hadn't seen since the 3rd grade and she ran right up to me and said my name. I, of course, was clueless. Either I never age (LOL) or I am terrible at remembering faces. Probably a good thing I don't remember as I have the blessing/curse of getting people to reveal their darkest secrets from my days as an investigator upon a short meeting. Often it is because I am interested especially when a person is shy or reticent and I enjoy getting them to open up. But sometimes that intense understanding stare may actually be boredom and not an invitation to spill; unless it's required. I have perfected the internal yawn on those occasions.
Anyway, last week saw a lady who looked vaguely familiar and I'm going through my church? BWL? City? MIOSHA? podcast interview? pissed off union person? litany of where do I know them from? Got drunk and barfed on them? Who knows. She immediately said "I know you, I'm Elaine". Instantly remembered. I wish more people did that. No fumbling around, no talking for 10 minutes trying to remember from scattered clues. I knew exactly who she was and the horrors we shared at the City. Good times. Something to practice myself if I ever am not actually on the receiving end of the recognition train. I was going to say wheel, but there is no end on a wheel, something about infinity or whatever. So now you know if I ever walk past you blindly and there are no location clues it's on you. Peace out....💚 💙💛
The scariest thing to read in Braille "Do not Touch"
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