Life of Wry

I walked into the kitchen and both oven doors were removed and there were weird looking parts covering the butcher block. That should have been my first clue.

I chatted Jim up, talking a blue streak about my massage appointment (first one in well over a year!); the encounter I’d just had with a neighbor out front and his suggestion we stay in their Sea Ranch vacation house, plus his offer of a cool, colorful plant for our new planter (he’s quite a gardener). Jim said not one word. That should have been my second clue.

I then wanted to show him a great meme… and he barked “not now, I need to concentrate.” (Bark for Jim is a quiet, but stern, comment because Jim is not, actually, a barker.

Third time’s a charm… I got the hint. (And, for the record, I’m okay with it.)

Two things:

1. We now have a working hinge on our microwave, and two new lights in both ovens!
2. Here is the meme! Maybe not worth getting interrupted when replacing bulbs and hinges, but funny, no?

And I just gotta say…. the predicament that Gaetz has created for himself — faux extortion charges, sex trafficking, sex with underage minors, orgies, hula hoops, House floor boasty show-and-tells, and god knows what else — is just all utterly DELICIOUS. Couldn’t happen to a more repulsive, repugnant BMOC-wannabe.