Taking a stand

I don't care for football at all. Even watching the Superbowl for the (maybe) clever commercials has become more than I'll tolerate. You can usually find all of them online even before they air. Half-time shows? Prince took it with him, never to return. 

Poor New Orleans. When I heard that the Shitweasel was planning on making an appearance, that sealed the deal. That petty putz ruined a lot of watch parties.

 Instead, I sat with this and re-watched the Saturday Night Movie.  

When I've decided that there are enough stitches, I'll sew it to the back of my Dixie Mink. 

We are a messy nation. 

Nowhere near under any god. 

I have a feeling that Karma is feeling a little put out and is about to tap Kali on the shoulder for backup.

Meanwhile, as my northern friends shovel fresh snow, the creek folk have opened Froggy Club Med in my pool. It feels really early for the season.