Floating in the Gulf somewhere is a giant bag full of postcards people have tried to send while vacationing in Mexico. That is why you never got that awesome one I sent you (after running around town looking for the elusive stamp and mythical Mexican post office and chaffing my tenders), which is a damned shame because it had a naked muchacho on the front wearing a sombrero on his head and then a little sombrero on his other head and the printed caption was "Dos Amigos" and I wrote, That is a small sombrero, if yo comprendo. I hope whoever threw it into the ocean at least bothered to read it and give a chuckle.
Bab is in Mexico this week! Even though I don't expect to receive a postcard, I do expect her to send one. I do not care how hot it is down there.
There is a small but valuable
pleasure in knowing that because
you and your husband fought
(right before bed while you
were trying to enjoy your
- you freaking sautéed mushrooms -
and he was able to go claim
the bed as his angry-spot
which means you are stuck
watching shit late-night tv
in the hot living room)
he is missing out on THIS:
Home Shopping Network skanks.
Like I said, small but oddly helpful.
Oh man, this morning I was eating cereal and discovered Bob Ross is on netflix! And the sights and sounds took me straight back to my childhood and my mom's arms and my needing to be lulled with every brushstroke into a peaceful nap. Then Bob said he and his wife Nancy were raising not 1 but 3 baby squirrels! And that he would explain how to feed them while he finished painting the clouds in the sky, a simple technique that needn't instructions. To feed a hungry baby squirrel, you get syringe with a rubber nipple, then they latch on and you gently squeeze the squirrel formula (?) into their mouths. Then I realized Bob is missing the top digit of his fingie! But all these years I never noticed because he holds his pallet just-so. Then last minute (literally) he added another rock right in the corner where before had just been water. It was quite the roller coaster of surprises! And a beautiful seascape was the result.
Trump's 2020 World War Bonanza propaganda posters will include slogans such as "Foresight is 2020" and "You're fired" (w/ bomb dropping onto the globe while America floats safely towards the South Pole)
These are the ladies I come from. I can't gamble as hard as they can but I can chitty chitty chat chat with them all day long.
[HRC on NPR this morning]
"Do you believe you have the enemy properly defined?"
Trump as usual is obsessed with name-calling, and from my perspective it matters what we DO and not what we SAY… We face terrorist enemies who use Islam to justify slaughtering innocent people and we have to stop them, and we will... Whether you call it radical-Jihadism or radical-Islamism - I think they mean the same thing, I’m happy to say either - but that’s not the point… Trump goes way too far. He then demonizes Muslims, American Muslims. He wants to ban all Muslims from everywhere in the world, including the Mayor of London who has spoken out about this.
“Well, Trump has said he’ll make some exceptions.”
Well, isn’t that good of him.
[jan begins to erase "Bernie" from ballot write-in]
And remember the good people
and the happy days.
Then promise to try harder
than your best
to be one of the good ones.