Toward the end of a long drive, my kids put Weird Al’s Amish Paradise on in my car. Loud. I was singing and dancing at a red light and I noticed the person in the car next to me was laughing at/(with?) me. I don’t know if they thought it was Coolio. I’m a mid-50s gray haired white lady. No regrets.

You should see how car insurance rates increase based solely on your credit score.

Part of the problem is that you don’t get repeat customers in their business model. How many times do you need to do the cheek swab?

Right? If you’re hovering to avoid …germs, I guess?…what makes you think I want to sit on your pee?
As the words of the ancients proclaim: If you sprinkle when you tinkle, be a sweetie, wipe the seaty!

I’ve got Durbin and Duckworth. Thankfully they know what’s what. 💙

I don’t know if it’s jealousy. It’s the Californians that move into other states and won’t shut up about how much better California is. At least when I was in Idaho and it was being overrun in the ‘80s. And no, I didn’t stay in Idaho long. I’m in the land of hating Indiana now.