Go on Amazon and order another one. The instant it’s too late to cancel the order, the original will show up.
Pretty much a sure-fire way to find an object, obtain its replacement and make sure the replacement cannot be returned.
I have literally done that before multiple times. That’s how I end up with a spare for a number of things.
And then you can’t find the spare when you need it. 
But who is taking the pens? And socks?
I know all my lost umbrellas are partying somewhere.
I think underpants gnomes can take things aside from underwear.
I’m now hearing that while he was shot at, his injury was made by glass shards from the teleprompter.
He has always publicly berated teleprompters. Conspiracy Theory? /s
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“Ok, if we can’t talk politics or current events, then can we talk fashion?”
“Sure.”
“Ok. Now that there is a hole in Trump’s ear, is there any chance that now he’ll start wearing an earring…?”
And now the documents case has been dismissed. If there’s a silver lining here, somebody tell me quick. I’m fighting an urge to just lie down on the floor and not move for a few days, which would be awkward because I’m at work.
There’s no silver lining, but there is hope. There is no way that Loose Cannon’s dismissal is the last word on this subject.
Thank you, I will remain upright…for now.
Yeah, even the Washington Post sees an inevitability here:
U.S. District Judge Aileen M. Cannon’s 93-page ruling that special counsel Jack Smith was improperly appointed is a triumph for Trump, even if it is eventually reversed on appeal.
At this point her reputation is garbage and the world knows she’s a fuck up, so the default assumption is that this is going to be overturned.
However, it certainly represents further delays.
The only thing that matters is if it’s delayed beyond Inauguration Day, and that’s been a foregone conclusion for a long time.
Yeah, there was zero chance of it happening this year regardless of whether it was dismissed or not.
I’m wondering if the case will go to a real judge once this is undone on appeal, or if it will end up back in MAGAileen’s fumbling hands again.
More reports from the liquor crisis front! 
Today’s delivery was just rum, since my greedy order for jumbo vodka bottles was out of stock. In fact I was pretty sure it wouldn’t even arrive today, but it did, sometime around 6:30.
Anyway, it was delivered by Jerry Seinfeld’s Uncle Leo. 
Or maybe that’s just my impression from too much binge-watching Seinfeld, but it sure looked like him. When I said I was expecting it might not even be delivered today because I was told orders in this area are generally delivered between 2 and 4pm, Uncle Leo said there was no firm schedule. But what I really expected Uncle Leo to say was “Jerry! How good to see ya! There’s no schedule, but did you hear about your cousin Jeffrey and his promotion in the Parks Department?”
I think travellers on I-695 were grateful that there was a police car there during some road work a few months ago.
My own rant: My doctor left the group practice where I’d been seeing her for a few years. Another doctor is inheriting me.
I was supposed to have blood work, ordered by the former doctor. That appointment was today.
I showed up, and they looked blank. “What were you supposed to have?”. I told them.
40 minutes later, when I asked, they finally admitted that there was no order put in by the former doctor, and they couldn’t get hold of the new one.
Thanks for wasting my time! At that point, I said “Nope. I’ll get it done when I see the new doctor in 3 weeks”. They tried persuading me to stay. I declined.
Where I am most of the cop cars sitting at road construction areas are unmanned. They drop the car off, leave it idling with the flashy lights on, and that cop is picked up by another to go do something useful in a different vehicle.
Stay for what … ? Wasting more of your time?
How ya gonna bullshit/trade gossip about the locals without a donut buddy?
I’m sorry this happened to you. It happened to my husband after he’d had surgery and had a follow-up appointment. He’d gotten a hospital-acquired infection after the surgery, had been very ill and had lost a lot of weight. I took him to the appointment because his stamina was at a low ebb.
I expressed my displeasure at their lack of a clue. At least they managed to get their shit together and do the tests and procedure he’d been scheduled for. And this is at a supposedly world-class hospital.
Morons doth vex me.
It’s 88° out with a dew point of 72% for a heat index of 95°…as of 9:15am!
Forecast high of 100° with heat index above that. I wanted (past tense) to run tonight.