On fumes; funny stuff to the rescue

Ok, y’all. I really need winter break to arrive. Also, some winter would be nice. I had shorts on for part of yesterday, and it was 70 degrees today. Uncool in mid-December, but since billionaires are jetting to space in penis rockets, emitting more carbon than most individuals will use/exhaust in a lifetime, I think old climate change is here to stay. Hmmph.

Oliver has one more day of school; Jack has several. No one is motivated, everyone is tired. Omicron appears to be everywhere, and I am so GD sick of Covid. At this point my attitude is, essentially, “Well, I’m probably not gonna die.”

Anyway, I have come across some real gems this week that I simply must share with y’all.

Exhibit A is this Little Golden Book-inspired delight which conjures my feelings about all members of the GOP minus, a bit, Liz Cheney. Liz is awesome on the 1/6 Commission, but she is chapping my ass left and right for refusing to vote for voting rights legislation. She is Dick’s daughter… Anyway, I don’t think she’s an asshole, so there you have it. But the rest are. Don’t even get me started about the GD Power Point used to plan the insurrection.

hahahaha

This obituary is the stuff of legends. I swear to g, y’all MUST read it. Rest in peace, Renay. You sure lived life.

Hers was a bawdy, rowdy life lived large, broke and loud. We thought Renay could not be killed. God knows, people tried. A lot. Renay has been toying with death for a decades, but always beating it and running off in her silver Chevy Nova.

Lastly, I present you with this Tweet, on its own as it’s perfect.

I mean…who designed that? who, then, brought it to “life”? What an ugly-ass ridiculous statue.

Now, if anyone ever sees this shirt for sale, please let me know. I feel I need one. Thank you.