Friday evening. Partly cloudy and cold, 49 degrees.
Corey just left to take Olivia home. Yesterday when I told her that she was going home, she said, “No.” She wanted to stay with us; truthfully, she probably wanted to stay with Corey, who seems to be her most favorite person, and don’t think that he doesn’t love that! Anyway, now I am better able to see both sides—parent (dismay) and grandparent (humorous pride)—of the situation as Alexis always wanted to stay with her Oma and Papa. And the sun rose and fell on Alexis as far as my dad was concerned . . .
History truly repeats itself.
This week’s headline:
“That’s a gang sign? All this time I’ve been the lead-in for a notorious gang member [Stephen Colbert]. . . which means, unfortunately, it’s time once again to update our ‘List of innocent things that black people do that look suspicious . . . don’t wear a hoodie, don’t carry skittles . . . and now, don’t point.'” ~ Jon Stewart, “The Daily Show” (November 12, 2014)
I still love Tobey Ziegler (“The West Wing”):
Me, every single time I get behind the wheel of my car . . .
Oh, how I can relate to this . . .
This is what happens in my head every time I’m near one:
Literally . . .
Moral of the story? Hire a koala as your hitman. Wait. No. What?
Hmm . . .
Um, perhaps texting is not for you?
Me, responding to my kids’ texts when I just can’t take it any more:
I love Key & Peele:
We, as humans, have the imaginations and capabilities to do ingenious things like this, so why don’t we do this more?
Commas—they really do make a difference:
Again, Toby remains my hero:
Lola's Curmudgeonly Musings 