Brownback to presidential mountain: I know how to quit you.
Sorry but I'm moblogging so I don't have a link nor have I read the whole thing. But it made me snort. OK...here's the link. Sadly, the rest of the piece isn't as funny. Except the part where pundits are trying to figure out where Brownback's less than 2% is going to land.
Bye-bye Brownback!
After baseball season, fall is da bomb. Things I love about fall:
• cool breezes
• wearing jeans & light sweaters
• start of football season
• World Series (some years with faint hope of seeing my Cubbies there)
• back to school clothes/supplies/school
• relief from uberhumid days & frizzy hair
• and pumpkin spice lattes!
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Sadly, this is what we came home to tonight. The hubby kinda splurged on these shoes (not too much, but in that "I already have enough black shoes" way) so I know he's not going to replace them. Hmmm...Birthday present? He'll be 35 in less than 2 months. THIRTY FIVE!! Dear goddess, I'm gonna be married to an old man.
Or at least was.
Now I am torn. Now when I see the jets I think that mothers in Iraq fear the sound. That children in Afghanistan play under these jets. And protection is not why they fly. Destruction is their only vocation.
Perhaps there is protection in destruction, but I can't see that today. The women trapped under the Taliban did ask for help but not in the form of bombs. And certainly not so that in 5 years for their daughters to be just as trapped.
I still think the jets flying in formation are beautiful. But I also see thru the commercial.
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poor dog wins.
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Afterwards I'll head home & clean Ella's room.
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That's what we mean by positive role models.
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On to Detroit!
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