But, pretty as she is, she's no match for Joe Dan when he's on a roll. Coming at you from his new digs in Tennessee....JOOOOOOooooe Dan GORMAN!
Dear Mr. President,
Please don't murder me with a Hellfire missile.
All my love,
Buttercup
(Thanks, Joe Dan, for the idea. It never hurts to ask nicely for what you want!)
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| We're going to have to call these guys when Obama's done with this country. |
I suddenly got a strong feeling of dread today. The phrase "brace for impact" has been running through my head all day. Hope it's wrong.
ReplyDeleteI agree. I have been feeling a sense of impending dooooom for some time. It's one of the reasons I can't seem to blog anymore. I am just too freaked out about everything, can't make it funny, don't even want to think about it. It's all too hideous and frankly terrifying. Hunker down. Stay safe.
DeleteYeah, I figured that was part of it. Rachel's gone dark and you're barely flickering. Sucks, I miss you guys and the little communities. :(
DeleteMy blogroll is barely breathing; I read maybe 4 bloggers on a regular basis these days vs. 40 4 yrs ago.
ReplyDeleteReality is too sobering to play.
I hear ya. I almost never read anything...it's all just too terrifying. And there doesn't seem to be anything anyone can do but take care of their own and their neighbors...keep your head down and your powder dry.
DeleteHAPPY 4th, though.
Thank you, Buttercup, same to you.
ReplyDeleteFore your viewing pleasure: look at the pictures of Feria at St. Juan in Spain - especially at the horses. What beauties!
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