The other day a woman I know told me she was going to see Trump speak in Indiana, PA and asked if I was going. I rolled my eyes. She insisted she was going to “see history”. When I asked what she meant, she smiled and asked how often you have a chance to witness an assassination.
I suggested she’d be more likely to “see history” by going to a school on any random day.
What’s up with all the question marks in political texts that show up on my phone? Literally dozens and dozens of them. It’s more weird than annoying, as I don’t read them anyway.
psssh If somebody wants to see history in Indiana, PA, let ‘em visit Jimmy Stewart’s dad’s hardware store. There’s an honest-to-God Oscar statuette right there in the window.
When I first read your post, “Grabbed a 450 degree pot handle”, I didn’t appreciate the seriousness. It finally sunk in with the bit about being in the ER. How awful! Hope you get the best care and they give you any necessary pain meds. Get well soon!
ouch hope it gets better … for some reason I feel the need to take things out of the hot as hell over every few weeks or so …the urge runs in the family I’m told …