Not shopping here anymore:

Casa de IWOM has a number of funky bits and pieces from Fishs Eddy. I popped in today to see if they still had any of their election items. 

They did. 

And my wallet stayed in my new Kate Spade bag. 


Besides, who wants to buy things from a shop so stupid as to have these made and on sale until they actually became relevant?


I won enough at craps in Vegas a few weeks back to buy Himself and me Apple watches. Think I’ll donate the rest — in the name of the wife of the guy on the mug above — to the most militant pro life group I can find before leaving ‘the greatest city in the world’. 

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If I can’t be

a white, deeply conservative, monogamous, anti-abortion, straight American woman who is a housewife by choice (and be real proud of and happy about all those things), the point of everything to date would be…that I’m wrong?

Huh.

Go figure.

Thank goodness the liberal intelligentsia is setting me right! 

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I got the power

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However, hard-working tax payers lives don’t matter

Not one bit, apparently.


Y’know: the folk who make your benefits and right to lawfully protest possible?

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Goldilocks

Too high:


Too low (and slightly pointless given one course laid as above is the same height as the doubled up version below):


Just


…um…right. 


At least it’s narrowed down. We’ll let my guy give me the pros and cons of each option when he arrives in a few. The metal base gets centered over the top course anyway. The plinth goes up this morning for a 36 hour setting time, which, weather permitting, makes Wednesday my birthday — sorta. This is my 5-0 from the spouse if I haven’t mentioned it already. 

Think I’ll have more coffee. And protein. Those weren’t Lego bricks I’ve been moving around all morning. 

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Slab Sweet Slab

If I were not so busy I’d stitch a sampler!


Really. 

I would. 

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Tip du jour:

 when you can pull apart your old potting bench with your bare hands it’s time for a new potting bench to be acquired or built. 


Just sayin’. 

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