If it’s Friday, it must mean leftovers . . .

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

~ Emma Lazarus

Today’s headline: “Bikinis to blame for sex crimes on Goa’s beaches, says minister. India state minister on rape: ‘Sometimes it’s right, sometimes it’s wrong'”

Senate Republicans would love him . . . All righty then . . . here goes . . .

This is how you do it:

Late night tumblr musings:

My life:

Oh those Texans . . .

The horror!

So true. Just ask anyone who knows me.

Nice try though

O. M. G. Nailed it.

Trading insults with Cersei Lannister? Oh, I don’t think so . . .

Someone has a sense of humor:

Me, every single time I take a bath . . .


Happy 4th of July Everyone!

Hope that everyone had a safe holiday. Sorry the good wishes are a bit late . . .