Rickman in Truly Madly Deeply. *swoon cry*

Sorry. I only fuck luxury. *duck mouth pout, hair swish*

You’re welcome. We’ve gotta squeeze the laughs out anywhere we can these days. :-)

I’m really enjoying my Fyre Festival experience.

All the nopes in the world, Katy Perry.

They’ll buy any shit a pretend-gazillionaire sells them. Sad!

Bring it, goober.

Hmmm...Bear Ear, eh. This has something to do with why Jason Chaffetz suddenly announced his future plans to leave his govt position and enter private business, I’ll bet.

He must have a lot of private prison stock.

Damn. I’m not hot and can hold a good conversation. I’d be terrified that I’m now his target market but just remembered I’m old. I should be safe.

This is me.

This will take a significant bite out of 45’s voter base. 

Not happening.

Confession: Back in the late 60s I sold the little shitbucket boy who used throws rocks at me a bowl of “oatmeal” for .50c. He tasted it and then ran home.* I did get a spanking but I think my Dad was smirking and not putting his all into it.

It does!

My household is going out with a vat of White Russians (natch) and The Big Lebowski. Might even pee on the rug.

I should be embarrassed by how excited I am for this - but I’m shameless.

I really love pickled herring but understand the sniffs & snorts & ewwwws. Say, if someone were to write about their experiences about not eating it - I’d read it. I’m nosey like that.

Looking forward to it but crossing fingers they don’t screw it up.

Most excellent, thank you. Palm Springs CA is lovely this time of year. :-)