Moving on...

Need to get the post with the word "Fuck" in the title, twice, off the top of the page, perhaps.  As good a reason as any to write something down, huh?

It's 7:30 a.m. on Friday May 25, 2018.  I've taken the day off as a little mental health gift to myself.  I'm going to spend my day working for my family, and for myself.  Here in a minute I'm going to go take Finn for a walk around the block - Jimi and I were watching Versailles last night and I skipped his walk and so I will make up for it today.  It's really nice outside right now, about 60 degrees.  When we get back, I'm going to mow the yard, front and back.  Then I'm going to take a shower, clean the bathroom, and fold laundry while watching a documentary of some sort or another.  Or maybe Orange is the New Black. I'm going to read on the front porch for an hour, then do yoga in the sunshine.  I'll clean the kitchen while I listen to the last episode of Seeing White, the most amazingly eye-opening piece of education I've ever experienced on the topic of race and what it really means to be white.  (You should check it out - seriously.  It should be required listening for every American.)  I'm going to reorganize my pantry today and get my dining room straight.  I'm going to condense all the cardboard amazon and diaper and toilet paper boxes and get them ready for recycling.  For dinner, I'm making, per Geneva's request, tuna casserole, with peas and lots of extra love.

Once these chores are finished, these tasks accomplished, my house will be ready for a 3-day weekend of playing and fun, not cleaning and straightening.  I'll be refreshed and ready to enjoy my favorite people.  I'm so excited!

Okay, I'm 10 minutes behind schedule already.  Typical.  At least I'm my own boss today.  :)

Happy Friday y'all!

Fuck right the fuck off.

“I have a different opinion and your opinion is making me uncomfortable so please stop talking about it.  I can’t listen to you have a conversation that doesn’t involve me without becoming offended and insisting you shut down your conversation.”

But liberals are the sensitive ones; liberals are the snowflakes