“Dear misogynist trolls: yes actually, I will make you a sandwich. It will be made of the dust of history, and I hope you bloody choke on it.” ~ Laurie Penny, in response to those men who find it funny to demand that women retreat to their respective kitchens and prepare them a sandwich . . .
The day after Thanksgiving is called Black Friday for a reason, and it’s not retail. It’s because so many people are completely exhausted. Holidays will do that to you, you know?
Absolutely spent today, the day after. I awoke around 4 a.m. because of throbbing pain in my left hand. Turns out, it was very swollen, so much so that I couldn’t remove my wedding band. That pretty much sums up how I feel today—we had a nice, uneventful Thanksgiving, and my mother didn’t drive me too crazy—but I’m dog tired, all over tired, from my hands to my feet, and everything in between, so it’s a perfect day for Friday leftovers, in more than one sense.
Here, have some nonsense:
MISSED CONNECTIONS: you were the guy in the brown hat reading. I was the goose . . .
Oh, Buzz, it’s going to be okay . . .
Just had to laugh at this one:
Ironically perfect:
One of my favorite movies for so many reasons:
Lola's Curmudgeonly Musings 