Yup. And the "things" are the things he said.

Honestly, one of my first thoughts was that his 2 girls have a remote chance now to grow up thinking for themselves, not just being an extension of their parent and/or eventual spouses/partners, depending, of course, on their mother's future actions. Too soon, I know, but...🤷🏻‍♀️

Seems like a self-solving problem to me.

You need some Buckley's Mixture from Canada. It tastes like pine sap and sadness, but it works.

Was it at a food court in a mall?

Samesies. It's miserable.

100% tarrif paid because she's a rescue from Canada:
Photos courtesy of the Amazon driver who takes more pix of her than the packages.

😏

My grandmother immigrated to Canada from Holland as a child, pre-war, but was always tethered to her in small ways. Yesterday, we went to Holland, Michigan for their tulip festival - a happy trip down Memory Lane, seeing the flowers, the wooden shoes, and the blue and white pattern Delftware.

"The Tierany" sounds like a good band, really.