Mama Bought a Car

As steady readers know, Mama recently came into some money. As they also know, there are a lot of things that she SHOULD do with this money. And, if you’ve read more than two posts about her, you know already that what she SHOULD do (in any given situation) is the very last thing that she WILL do.

Has mama replaced her refrigerator so she can eat at home? Of course not.

Has she made any effort to move, as she is almost certainly going to HAVE to soon? Nein.

Has she bought so much as a box of garbage bags so she can put her house into some semblance of order? Surely you jest!

But what did she buy? Naturally, a new (to her) car. Because she really needed one. You know, because a car is top priority for someone who doesn’t drive for months at a time. For someone who can let a flat tire keep their previous car parked for the better part of the winter. For someone who can’t drive from one side of town to the other because they are under some delusion that they are feeble and helpless. Yes, it makes sense.

 

Weiner’s Weiner and Other Random Thoughts

Y’all will have to forgive my absence over the past few weeks. I have been busier than a one armed paper hanger with work stuff, and squeezed in a few days of beach time with the family while I was at it. When I fall quiet, it is usually a GOOD thing. It means mama is maintaining her sanity and no drama is befalling me. Such is the case lately. I simply don’t have much to write about, and for that I am thankful. Now, on to a few brain sprinkles:

I saw the photo of Weiner’s (alleged) weiner. Now, sometimes nude pics of famous people  leak and you think, “Well, can’t really blame them, it would be a shame to keep all that undercover.” Such is not the case with Weiner’s weiner. He shoulda kept that to himself. I was relieved that his wife wasnt at his side as he made his feeble apologies. So often, these political bobble head wives just stand there with their foul husbands. But “friends” say she will stay with him. Bless her for trying, I guess. Afterall, she is pregnant.

Someone  in my office, I won’t say who, but it’s a man, uses the women’s room every single time he needs to answer nature’s call. The men’s room is 20 feet farther down the hallway. We aren’t talking a time or two because the gent’s john was taken. Every. Single. Time. And, according to the lone woman in our office, he doesn’t wash his hands or put the seat back down. Wrong on many levels, isn’t it?

Now, I don’t mean to disrespect any woman’s religion or personal beliefs with this. If it’s your belief that God has commanded that women dress modestly, so be it. But he did not, I am certain, make any commandment that should be interpreted to mean that it is ever acceptable to wear white socks and tennis shoes with a damn ankle length skirt. It looks awful. Modesty does not have to mean complete blindness to fashion, does it?