Humiliation in Service of Sloth
I have no oomph. I have no thoughts. I owe you a post, though.
Therefore, I submit the following, humiliating myself in service of my unwillingness to think.
Have a wonderful week, denizens. Try not to think.
Tough
Hi there Burrow faithful, Little Cuter here, with news on my amazing mom. As most of you probably know by now, my mom attended the Congress on your Corner event yesterday at her local Safeway. Just as she reached the front of the line to shake Ms. Gifford's hand a gunman appeared and began shooting with an automatic weapon. My mom was shot three times. That's a sentence I never thought I'd have to type. Right this very minute my mom is in the ICU with her leg in a traction. She suffered a wound to her left chest, one to her abdomen, and a third to her right hip. She is incredibly lucky that none of her organs were hit, even though one of the bullet's entry wounds was in her abdomen. She has been taken care of by some fantastic and proficient doctors and nurses, and a wonderful social work team. My mom is the toughest broad I've ever met. She is awake and talking and cracking wise and we can all rest assured that the woman we love is still here, kicking ma...
THAT IS DADDOOS FACE :)
ReplyDeleteI stole it just for this photo!
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OMG. We need to meet and have a session
ReplyDeleteY'think?!?!? I'm behaving at the 4 year old level right now!
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A chuckle at your expense is still appreciated.
ReplyDeleteGlad you laughed!
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