Month: February 2017

Surely even members of Congress who are in his party know the Orangeman is mentally unstable and definitely unfit to hold office. If this was how Obama conducted himself in his first two weeks in office, they would have had his head on a plate already. But because it’s their boy, they don’t seem to care what he destroys as long as he signs their bills.

How unAmerican will this have to get before they do something about it? They seem so very ready to wrap themselves up in an American flag, wear flag lapel pins, scream American’s number one Continue reading →

When Carm got home from his dental work that included an extraction, he was pretty wiped out. Nayla stayed right next to him, sniffing, sitting protectively next to him, acting like a momma (which she’s clearly been in the past) and seeming to not want to move until she was sure he was ok. She didn’t even try to steal his toy when he fell asleep. Now that’s mother love.

Snowy, on the other hand, figured with Carm out of commission, he’d just go ahead and eat Carm’s dinner too.

The difference between male and female!

This is Nayla. Continue reading →

Yesterday, Donald Trump defended Putin’s ordered hits to kill people who opposed him to “mistakes” America has made. Oh sweet Jesus! If Obama had said that, the Republicans would have already had him impeached. But what are the Dems doing? I don’t know. It’s hard to say because you can’t understand their statements so long as they remain curled up in a fetal position whimpering. Continue reading →

A friend just called to ask if I wanted to go to an early dinner… and by early, he meant 3:30 or 4.

Are we really that old that we want to go to dinner so early that even the early bird specials aren’t yet on the menu? Continue reading →

So it’s about 1 AM and I’ve let the dogs out for the last time. I go upstairs and unzip my bathrobe preparatory to getting into bed. Only the zipper does that stupid thing where it starts coming apart at the bottom and you can’t pull the zipper all the way down. And the harder I tried, the more the bottom part came apart. I was now stuck in a bathrobe with a zipper stuck right around chest high. I couldn’t get my arms out to either pull it over my head or pull it down to get out of Continue reading →

I thought sixty was bad. But turning seventy really, really sucks. I don’t know why. But somehow seventy just seems old while in the sixties I could still pretend to some level of youth. And honestly, how the hell did I survive this long given the lack of respect I’ve shown my body over the years. I guess I’m not done rescuing animals yet so it’s just not my time. Besides, I still have one more tattoo to get. Continue reading →

Am I the only one who thinks Trump deflated Melania after the inauguration and put her in a box until the next time he needs a frozen statue standing next to him? Continue reading →