Local government is great but we’re a pretty small township.

National government is fucked and can go fuck itself. Packed full of incompetent morons, sycophants, opportunists, grifters, and brainworms, and riddled with hate - racism, homophobia, misogyny, transphobia, ableism, etc. It’s a smorgasbord of vile shitheads who never should’ve gotten anywhere near this much power.

I bow down to your superior Cheetoing methods.

May I introduce you to the concept of pouring a ton of Cheetos onto a plate, then picking them up one-by-one by adhering your tongue to them like a chameleon?

May I introduce you to the concept of chopsticks?

OK, Sandy has a new bestie and kitten friends? What a lucky lady, I bet she’s loving her new home!

Maybe not objectively bad, but mine is '60s music. Even the super sugary pop crap (well, minus bubblegum). Even though a lot of the lyrics haven’t aged well. I just love it. SiriusXM’s '60s Gold stays on my radio dial!

Also, I love being in the sun. I’m super pale and I’ve had to have a bunch of things removed and biopsied by the dermatologist, so now I load up on sunblock and avoid the sun like a vampire, which makes me sad. I know it’s bad for me but I really do love the sun 💛

43 and it’s Cap’n Crunch for me. It happens once every few years and I always regret it.

This is super cute 🐷🩷

I avoid going out during busy times - e.g., rush hour, school zones, restaurants on a Friday or Saturday night.

I could make a solid argument for the '60s

South Park season 27 episode 4, I’m guessing

Way to go Sandy! And way to go Princess :)

Dawww 😊

I like Aldi for staples like old-fashioned oats, cooking oil, and laundry detergent. But I can’t do all my shopping there because their meat is awful and their produce is very hit-or-miss. Typically I buy what I can at Aldi and get the rest at Giant, and if I’m getting fish, I go to Wegmans.

Aww, that’s precious 😍

Into my largest suitcase: cash, medicine, important paperwork, yearbooks, favorite childhood stuffed animals, a week of everyday clothes, photo albums, every greeting card my husband has ever given me, as much makeup and nail polish as I can fit (shit’s expensive!), phone, kindle, the watercolor I had commissioned of my dog who is no longer with us, and my box of yorkshire gold

Hooray for Sandy! I hope she acclimates quickly and makes friends :) she deserves the best!

somebody had ripped open one of the bags and placed a roll under the windshield wipers of every car on South Street

I wish Santa Amoroso would visit me!

Hooray for Sandy!!

Don’t forget cicadas!