When you think things can’t get any worse, you look at the calendar and see we still have a little more to go before 2020 is over!
So you know things will get worser and worser!
Let’s have a big bonfire and BURN the effing calendar!
~VOW
Where can I buy that?
~VOW
Apparently here. There’s an url in the image.
I just bought that mug for a Christmas gift! Thanks!
~VOW
-VOW, my sister from another Mister. You crack me up.
The bonfire couldn’t be high or hot enough for me.
This year has got to go.
I went to a New Year’s Eve party at the end of 2016, where we did exactly that – between the deaths of people like David Bowie, Prince, etc., and Trump’s election, we all felt that burning the danged year was necessary. A number of us brought calendars, and we had a bonfire.
This year requires a much, MUCH bigger fire. Maybe in a Dumpster. 
Some of us thought the defeat of Trump for re-election was a strong positive in 2020.
Whoa! You’re here, Beck? My eyes aren’t deceiving me? I keep checking the time tag, and it doesn’t say 2019, so…you’re really here?
Hi ,Nellie. I’m here while awake and off the goof balls.
Too many goof balls here, too, my friend. hugs
He’s not GONE yet. And he’s trying his damndest to nail his feet to the floor of the Oval Office. I’m sure he still has some whack-job ideas on how to fully make himself Dictator for Life.
~VOW
I love this giddy optimism. Granted, the thought of having less Trump oafishness spewing from the Oval Office is promising. I’m still wagering 2021 will be just another slightly worse variation of craptasm.
Goof balls can be fun, though. (But it’s good to hear you’re doing all right)
Thx, Guin