So anyway, why blather on about it when actually, what I need to do is to get into the kitchen and make some enchiladas which is what I've got planned for supper although I'm second guessing that because it's too hot to turn on the oven and slave over the stove and I had Mexican food for lunch today but as I always say, "Hell, in Mexico I eat Mexican food three times a day and it's awesome!"
So yes, I went to lunch with Jessie and the boys and Rachel and Hank and our friend Lindsey, and August sat on my lap for a very long time and ate more chips and salsa than anyone else. His brother only got milk AGAIN and was not that happy about it. Oh, he was happy about getting milk but he wasn't happy about not getting food.
Isn't he just a man, that one?
Until he collapses into goofy grins and then he's a baby again.
So there's really nothing to report that you don't already know but isn't the NRA being just the most evil, desperate organization they can possibly be? And that thing about Trump needing an empathy cheat sheet for his "listening" session"? And is there any thing on earth which has ever been more ludicrous and horrifying than the idea of arming teachers?
These are, of course, rhetorical questions. Jessie said today, "I can understand people really believing that their side is right but in this case..."
"They're just really, really wrong," I finished for her.
That's all. I have to go make supper while I can still stand on my feet.
Much love...Ms. Moon