And the rest of them still don’t fit in his mouth. Sigh.
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$700 worth of dental work later… four teeth removed….
We can’t be bought
It’s over. No more lying ads. No more fake smiles. No more polls upon polls, each insisting the other poll is biased. No more giant heads – think Dick Morris, Karl Rove and Rush Limbaugh – explaining to us how they won when they lost. No, for just a very brief and blessed moment, there will be silence.
I’m not hiding from reality here. I’m aware that the Twitter universe continues to abound in statements best suited for the trash heap, written by people best suited for that same destination. Think Donald Trump, a man whose borrowed and indebted millions
The horror! The horror!
I’m heading East in just a few days and I still can’t work up the energy to go shop for something that will not cause my sister to arch one eyebrow and state in a very quiet tone, “That’s what you’re wearing?”
I blame it all on Catholic school. I never had to pick what to wear. I wore a uniform. I liked that. Bring uniforms back for old people.
New pot laws
Let’s see, in my lifetime I’ve seen mixed race marriages become the norm with few eyebrows raised except in some deep misogynistic parts of the country. I’ve seen gay life go from the closet to the wedding chapel with more and more people accepting it without as much as a raised eyebrow. I’ve seen women become fighter pilots and secretaries of state. But to see pot become legal… take me now lord. There is nothing else to accomplish.
So does anyone think that the feds will use common sense and end the stupid and costly war on drugs now?
Nah…
My wish for Veterans Day
My wish for Veterans Day is that the world comes to its senses and figures out a way to never produce new veterans again.
Sorry
I can’t lie. I’m still grinning.
And still
I thought I would have stopped snorting in derision at Karl Rove by now. But no. I still find myself bursting into laughter at the oddest moments as I remember his face when he figured out on TV that he DIDN’T represent America and that Americans, ultimately, can’t be bought by his overlords. Thanks for the laughs, Karl. Now go away.
Please, oh please, Ricky Gervais
Please come here and take me away with you. I don’t even care if you gain the weight back. Even plump you are sexier than any other man on this earth.
The Jersey shore
I’m writing this before Tuesday’s votes are tallied. I’d been worrying for weeks about creating a column the day after a presidential election that wouldn’t refer to an outcome I didn’t know before deadline but still be relevant enough for people to want to read. Then Sandy happened and I realized that while on a macro scale the election held great portent for my country, on a micro scale, nothing mattered as much as my family’s safety.
The picture that made it most real for me was the one of the reporter standing in thigh deep water in the middle
Ah men…..
I am consistently amazed by how happy some of my married female friends are given the weirdness that can be the male of the human species. Without naming names, because you know who you are, let me describe a recent scene in my home while the male half of couple who have been my friends forever was visiting.
I suggested that he could go upstairs and watch TV while I finished work I needed to do in my office before we went to dinner. A little while later, I went upstairs to get him. The TV was blaring at earsplitting