I can’t believe Rivers didn’t go anyway. What are they going to do, cut him? They aren’t cutting him.

Omg I just realized I typed “lay” instead of “lady”. She found a great LADY on Etsy. LOL whoops.

I’ve been working on a very traditional quilt this summer—it’s a farm-warming present for my mother in law who got to return to farm life after 40 years in town. :D She’s very happy to have a reason to ride a tractor again. :D

This is a painting I did for a fund raiser for an art guild I belong to. The composition is off, but I recently had back surgery so admittedly I’m a bit off my game. The idea wasn’t mind but was based off an art video on you tube so I can’t take credit for the idea either.

Picked up the smocking needle after a long hiatus!

Riiiight. That’s what’s wrong today: too much empathy. I empathize with his frustration over... wait. Wut?

Oh, there it is. Poor thing. Life is so hard. “Guys, why can’t I be an asshole at work?”

Yeah it is surprisingly loud. Legend says that you can hear a vagina slaming shut up to a mile away when the wind is right. Of course that’s probably an old wives tale.

like the front gates of the Kremlin

This looks like 93% of all match/tinder/Pof/etc profiles for men in Minnesota. 🙄😂

He’s so tiny! Little itty bitty dictator committee.

Feel? I dont have one but a heard a couple....

That’s some sweet Hallmark saying there :)

In response, Donald Trump posted this picture of him and Melinia sharing a tender moment while from their vacation in New Jersey.

omg that sounds so exciting. i wonder who will win...?

So slimy and scaly. Should be thrown back into the ocean. Also the fish look gross too.

So does our President. He regularly lifts greasy KFC fried chicken breasts to his gaping maw.

Are we completely sure that he doesn’t have a lair underneath a volcano? He’s like Blofeld but now with a fish instead of a cat.

Jeez, what a baby. What’s so bad about pleasuring a dog? I don’t particularly like dogs, but they’re not hard to please at all. Just pet them, scratch behind the ears. Wait...

I’m blissfully the opposite type of pooper. I travel a lot for work, and the first thing I do when I walk into a new hotel room is poop.