On the run...
Dang. Just got a call to take a last minute client.
Who knew that this whole having a job thing would cut into my blogging and patio time so much?!?!?!

My occasionally snarky thoughts on everything from motherhood, politics, life and current events. Cocktails are sometimes mandatory. Bottoms up!




Fast forward to today where the expected HIGH is 58 degrees. 58! Sheesh!
Sporta (who was invited): "Miss Hostess Gal? Would it be okay if *I* had something to eat??"She could probably use my help. You think??
HG: "Well, since your mom isn't eating, I guess it would be okay."

It sounds kind of mean, but those without mates were unceremoniously disposed of in the interest of making my eye stop twitching. And we definitely have plenty of paired gloves left! Yay!
A good thing to keep in mind, I think.


We Americans are not war-weary. Oh, we might be tired of hearing about war in the fucking news, which tends not to give any positive aspects our American military is bringing to the people of Iraq. So if we are war-weary, it’s the media’s fault. Getting hit with a daily barrage of doom and gloom is enough to make anyone weary. Try giving a broadcast of half ‘negative’ reports, and half ‘positive’. Maybe then Americans wouldn’t be so worn out.Read the whole thing. Way to go, Mrs. Who. Tell 'em.