I wish that all I had to do to feel good about living in America today was to find me a sunbeam.
But even on my best day I could not match any cool for cat.
This (above) is the effortlessly glamorous Cindy. And . . . YAY! . . . Candy has rejoined the herd, now that we have her skin irritation issues under control, and she is happily snoozing on the brand new living room couches that we wish all the cats would stay far away from:
Meanwhile, back at the Bryant Library Used Book Store, we got in a Kate Spade Blank Book:
And I have longed for a blank book so I could construct an all-white castle and/or Winter-scape. So I googled “the smallest castle in England” because: Why Not?:
And then I did a “sketch” of it, just to see if I understood this structure:
And then the whole Brett Kavanaugh thing took over my life and I am obsessed with this putrid, vile, smash-mouth-worthy slime ball.
I hate this guy. I can not think straight, I hate this guy so much.
OK, I get that the der Drumpf shit stain of a president will nominate a conservative justice to the Supreme Court. I’m OK with that. Because all those Bernie Sanders pus balls thought they were too pure to vote for Hillary but nevermind.
But why do the Republicans back THIS pile of shit?? WHY?
I will be back here for you all as soon as I wait out the vote on whether or not this self-serving frat jock-strap full of entitled white guy dickishness get approved by the wormly bend-over spineless amoebas of the Republican party, an inevitability I am trying, even as I type, this, to drink away. (My husband is very understanding as to why I have to make myself really, really big vodka tonics [minus the tonic] this past week.)
This is the worst that I have felt, as an American citizen, in my entire life. And I lived through the Watergate hearings.
(Thank you, Yellow Dog Granny for letting me steal your memes.)
I’m out. I have never felt this kind of despair.