Bump bump bumpity bump.

Because that’s all that matters. Our country is going to hell in a hand basket and the sky is falling, but we have plastic straws! 🤦🏻‍♀️

Ohhhhh my darling— THAT PART.

Thank you!

And the 🍊🤡 demands an apology from her?! An APOLOGY. And I’m realizing as I type this that I’m not even surprised. We are in the Twilight Zone.

I expected our new normal to be bad, but…👀…

I will follow you into battle. I’ll keep the traffic cones out of your way, too.

There is no more “unusual” now. This is, unfortunately, our new normal. Nothing from that crowd surprises me anymore.