Later this morning I'm getting my hair cut. Great fun there. Oh, and I'm going to cut my fingernails.
The weather for tomorrow is supposed to be shitty. Oh, well. Looks like we may have about an inch or so of snow. Initially, when the Funeral Director had suggested Thursday, I had pointed out to my brother the weather was not forecast to be good. He wanted Thursday. So, Thursday it is. Oh, and another slight hitch in the plans deals with a road closure. The main road to the church is closed for construction. This means we need to go in through an alternative route. So, everybody needs to be notified that the easy way is not available. Snow, plus the difficult getting there, means, I suspect, we're going to end up with a lot of leftovers. This is life. And, I can not wait until this whole thing is over.
On the lighter side of things... the Idiot Jerk's trophy wife, Melanoma, wants someone fired... John Bolton's assistant. I'll bet that's going over well with John the Hardliner Conservative.
And Maryland is suing to keep Trump Scump Matthew Whitaker from taking his appointment position as the Idiot Jerk's court executioner.
And French President Macron told the Idiot Jerk Patriotism is far stronger than Nationalism... pretty much called him a dickhead for not attending those rainy ceremonies. Of course the Idiot Jerk blamed his Secret Service (bet their happy about that) and then Tweeted something nasty. Let's be honest here, without Twitter the Idiot Jerk is nothing more than a spineless sack of shit.
If he put his head down on the tracks he could that long, blue train running, hauling in car after car of change. Nah, he'll have to pay someone.
|Yo, Donald, I think I hear the train|
Or, maybe he should listen to the Doobies.