The parades here are so freaking long. We left after an hour and 40 minutes and it was still going. My kid was fading out but we got bags full of candy, some cheese, a cowbell, and other goodies. My favorite part of the parades out here are the Mexican cowboys with the dancing horses. It's the most entertaining thing ever.
I made a Thai curry that was about half cauliflower and it's so fucking good but I'm just done. I had it yesterday and today and am so bloated and gassy it hurts. I wasn't sure it was the source yesterday but I'm sure today. I want someone to put a needle my gut and drain the gas like a balloon popping.
Part of me wants to see a flaming arrow in a large arch heading towards the fog... but wow... scary shit! I also like to imagine that the drone taking the pic flies into it and ignites it... "Ukraine has entered the chat"
That isn't even the worst part. There is a coal export right next to that, and a grain elevator right next to that. So if the LPG went off, that whole island is flat.
It warms the cockles of my cold cold heart to see neon green dildos thrown on the courts of WNBA games.
So does my mom, and her father before he passed. Mom is fucked up from it. The knuckles in my right hand have me thinking I need to start going to get diagnosed and begin treatment for it, whatever little they can do for it.