I shared this article on Facebook,
I haven’t posted in ages, but here I am. Hey, y’all!
I need the Tardis, y’all. I, the tree-hugging hippie, would like to go back a couple of years to spread lube on the floor in just the right spot so that Trump can slip and hit his head on something, like a gold toilet. Either outcome, death or traumatic brain injury, and the accompanying guilt for me would be…
Sorry if the pic is huge. I'm on my phone, and I'm dumb about that stuff anyway.
In honor of the return of the Walking Dead on Sunday, I wanted to share this round-up of the greatest meme of all time. I'm laughing so hard I'm crying.
And I am not the least bit excited about it.
The fruits and veggies of my summer labor. Hope everyone is doing well in GTLand!
I've done about thirty five quarts of green beans so far.
Just got back from the ER with my son. He has what appears to be a spider bite on his leg that became infected (ew, sorry). He was worried that the doctor would cut it open to drain it (sorry again), so I wanted to stay by his side and reassure him he'd be fine.
I'm mostly a lurker these days, but I thought I'd let my GT buds know who is recommending all their stuff.
As promised. I just can't remember which GTer wanted to see them.
We are currently under a severe weather alert, which NBD, right? Except that we are expected to have very bad weather this afternoon into tonight. OK and AR were hit hard yesterday. Yesterday was also the third anniversary of the devestating tornado outbreaks that ravaged several communities across several states. One…
Four years ago I sat beside my dad in his bed, holding his hand and watching the NFL draft. He was in terrible pain, the morphine made him sleepy, but damn if he was going to miss this. He grinned when the Saints picked Mark Ingram. He deserved better than eleventh pick, my dad said, but he has nothing to be ashamed…
I just ruined my kid's hair. Like really fucked it up.
I got an Ulta catalog in the mail today. It has lots of pretties in it, and I think I want to try some things. Help me figure what I need.
When something bad happens, do not text people the following:
"GIVE MY BABIES A BIG HUG AND KISS FOR ME. SOMETHING BAD HAS HAPPENED. I'LL TELL YOU WHEN I KNOW MORE."
I adore Mallory Ortberg. She is my hero in misandry.
It's mah birfday, y'all. And to celebrate I'm caring for two sick kids. Whoo!
So the redneck article on the mainpage has me in tears, dammit. This is what the wide world thinks of me because I live in the rural South. Nice.
I know I'm completely overreacting, but the meltdown of yesterday is leaking over to today. This massive bullshit of an article isn't helping.
I need a hug from Gentleman Jack.
My FiL just called to let us know that we are under a tornado warning. Oh, boy.