Because there's a Seeker born every minute...
I woke up from the worst dream this morning. I dreamt I was trapped in the back of a limo with Donald Trump, Ivanka and her two little rugrats. Ivanka wasn’t too bad, but she was struggling to keep Donald and the other 2 brats in line. What a nightmare!
I got to lay off the after dinner coffee!
As I stare out my window at a dreary, chilly Saturday morning, I think this might be a good day to relax with my journal, a cup of coffee and a nice warm fire. In other words, it is a good day just to “be”.
…why as a country we will spend billions to keep terrorists out for our safety, yet when a fellow American guns down students in a school it is the “price of freedom”. Our priorities are all fucked up here.
Happy Fake, Swallow, Hallmark Romance Day today. If you love someone, make them feel special 365 days a year, not just every February 14th so the card companies, florists, and chocolate makers make out like bandits and you can’t get a reservation at any restaurant this evening. What a bunch of freaking lemmings! (I’m not a fan, can you tell?)
I think if I found out I only had six months to live, I would just watch the Super Bowl halftime show because it would SEEM like a lifetime…
I follow a lot of food bloggers, and I’m not sure why.
Don’t get me wrong; I love food; my ample midsection is damning evidence of that fact. But there is no stretch of the definition of a “foodie” that would include me.
