Here are drafts of posts I wrote about the Connecticut shooting, but will never see the light of day because I don’t need my knee-jerk anger preserved by Google forever:
The titles say it all. But let’s just leave it at this:
The world is a craphole, no matter how many Mister Rogers quotes, fake Morgan Freeman quotes, and awful angel illustrations are crammed down your throat.
Plus, I’m more John Wayne about things than you.
WM’s grandmother passed away on Friday. She was in her mid-nineties and a lovely, funny woman.
Our travel options were:
- He drives out himself.
- He flies out himself.
- We take the dogs in the car again and go together.
Flying out together was extremely pricey, even with the bereavement rate. We couldn’t kennel the dogs and drive ourselves because Max’s shots were due three weeks ago and we didn’t have time to get him to the vet to update, and both to the kennel. I’ll get him taken care of during the holidays. And boy oh boy we really didn’t want to do the drive-with-dogs twice in a month. And I didn’t want him to drive himself.
He flew out very early Saturday morning to take care of paperwork and attend the services. He’ll be back tomorrow night.
A month ago, I requested today off so I can do all of my last-minute shopping and baking. This morning I woke up with a completely stiff and sore back. So now I’m on the sofa with my laptop waiting for the 800mg of ibuprofen I had left over from my root canal to kick in. I have QVC on because I’m not reading any more news about the shooting.
I’d be upset about my plans going down the drain…but the world’s a craphole.