I’m giving up on wine Tuesday.

Yes. Yes I do.

I remember this argument from last week.

Was Lumiere banging a bird??

Already did!

My Ford was built at the Kansas City plant, so I guess I don’t have to wait for a knock on the door?

I dismissed the “Well Actually” who showed up to point out that you can’t light gasoline with a cigarette.

That’s exactly correct.

I know. I read, “I want to go home,” and heard it in my head like this five year old on the verge of tears with confusion and exhaustion and just despondence. My heart broke. I want to go home, too, Mommy.

I was going to hit the ABC Store on Monday, but I think I’ll head over early.

This scene has been popping into my head for weeks now, but today- yeah.

The thing that kills me is that my husband has a SMART Car for commuting along with his Dodge Ram Bighorn that we use for hauling stuff. You know how when you get a car you suddenly see that car everywhere? A LOT of the farmers around here have SMART Cars for running basic errands so they don’t have to use their gas…

Me, too.

And people wonder why women are wary of men.

What the fuck?

This is a thing that happened.