"Ass is not a coffee flavor" best thing I've heard all month! (Jack Frost has no sense of personal space)

Sometimes I really really really want to share all the inappropriate things in my head. Like, shouting it from the tallest tower.

If you know what Lake Sammamash, Lake Berryessa, White Chapel, and Cielo Drive have in common, you and I could have a great convo.

All of this.

The Resistance is dear to me, as it includes my family history. I loved reading about this man and his wife. He lost his life for this. She lost her husband, but still she resisted in her way. Everyone can't take up arms. Some can take up a camera. Others can ensure the story is told.

I've had a wonderful time the last two days seeing a new cohort of birbs at the feeders outside my office window. Red chested and white chested nuthatches, tufted titmice, chickadees, and downey and hairy woodpeckers.

Miss Salem Thackary Black watching birbs while I sort mail. She says hi. And also "akk-kk-krrrt!"

I learned how to use the block function today! I've decided I'm not here to see shitty rage bait posts by MAGA/alt-right conservatives and it's perfectly fine to just flick them out of my space. You don't even have to come after me! I can just choose not to notice. Ahhhhh. And now, coffee.

Cuddle puddle time. Who's in?

Netflix. C'mon man. I want to see these ladies fight but you better not keep me from seeing Tyson beat that white boy's ass

Cautiously stepping into this space