Burlap and Rhinestone... I died

Willie Nelson, of course.

yeah. super ew.

people in Maryland...? I just picked a crab for my daughter this weekend.

OOH! when picking crabs, after you eat the claw meat you can pull on the cartilage inside the claw and make the moving part of the claw operate. CRAB FIIIIIGHT!

Also, if you carefully crunch the paper down while unwrapping your straw, making an accordion, you can then dab one drop of water on the crinkled paper and it will expand into a wiggly worm.

right??! I have stumbled on that every time.

My fear of that is that if they couldn’t handle Obama, and as a result of that put Trump in the WH, where will the pendulum swing to after President Harris? they’d really lose their collective mind then.

I had to scroll back up and check the name to make sure it was not my MIL. I’m still not sure it’s not her, because she could totally pull some whacko shit like a pen name. OTOH, she’d definitely be proud of herself for writing this and would be glad to have signed her name.

this is how I hope he meant it. He thinks we’re doing a heckuva job, being so selfless and nice and everyone should lick our boots for doing ANYTHING at all, much less saving a person or two or even just losing fewer people than expected. I mean he’s a shithead and also stupid, but you’d have to be truly deranged to…

From the Seattle Times story:

Marion Barry and marionberries.

Nope.

Yes! Clearly Branagh is playing Hastings in that photo. Oh wait... hastings wasn’t in MOTOE... there was some colonel-type guy though.

Because that is how corporate people use lawyers. My uncle worked ofr a casino, and this is how he always framed it “Your lawyer is there to tell you how to do what you want to do.”

omg hahahahaha *cries*

I’m one of those four percent who gave their kids their own last name. My reasoning: the last name would die out in our line, whereas my husband’s last name lives on in the next generation already.

Super shout out to my fave grocery store checker ever. He is so effin fast. While the previous customer is paying, he turns over all my groceries so that the UPC label is up, then takes the gun and bam-bam-bam-bam hits all the bar codes like Annie Oakley slicing the heart out of a playing card. Done before the other…

Rule 34... it’s already out there.

Actually, I, a progressive, want to go back to that time too. But not for the same reasons, that women and minorities were oppressed and that the white man was king. i want to go back to when a Democrat president and Democrat Congress were making investments in our infrastructure, in our schools and in the middle…