It's Friday! Payday (for me)! and a day before I have my Semi-Mid-week Hump Day. That's what I'm calling it. My SMH. Sounds like either a test or a medical condition. "Some struggle greatly with their SMH, not me." This is because we are entering our boring season. No one wants to have flooring installed during the winter in this part of the country. The weather is too chancy. There are usually 2 reasons our customers replace their carpet: They're selling the house; The old stuff is giving them too many rug burns! Actually, I made that last one up. If it is true, most customers don't talk about it which, upon thinking of the people I sell carpet to, is very, very kind of them.
So, what did the dogs do after a fun day of playing with their toys:
Since there are new episodes of "Lost in Space" on Neflix, I started watching the show again. The episodes I've seen so far look promising. Last season the writers took way too much time building characters. It wasn't until the very last seconds of the very last episode that the Robinson family became "Lost in Space." That's right. Last season should have been titled "We're Going to be Lost in Space 10 Episodes From Now."
And, from what I see in the news, the Idiot Jerk in the White House goes on a Twitter rage every day about having his ass impeached. He is a piece of White Trash who has spent most of his life doing what ever he wants, relying on attorney's to clean up his shit before too many notice how bad it stinks. His unbounded selfishness is only surpassed by his total lack of compassion. Instead of talking up his attributes, tiny as they are, his base angrily shouts "this is how he is, just deal with it." And now his feelings have been hurt, ooohhhh. Now, isn't that a shame? He is being treated the same way he has treated so many, many others. He doesn't have a clue, but his fall is just getting started. He started losing long before that first time he lied to himself, that moment when he told himself he was a winner. He is the ultimate loser.