Art supplies I will mail to Supreme Court justices, congressmen and governors.
Ladies, we are calling on all of you to now INCORPORATE YOUR UTERUS! This is the answer to being recognized with the rights you deserve under the “Corporations of the United States.
I like a little smutty direct action. Care to join me?
The usual chaos, now in a variety of colors not found in Nature.
A co-worker donated yarn for the blanket project and she is super nice to do that, even though the yarn is so fine I’m knitting four strands together to generate fabric, enthusiasm.
Nowhere do straight lines look more quirky than against the sky. The corners are practically satire.
Eggplant slices, salted and now stashed in the fridge, awaiting frying and freezing.
Sweetpea sweetly snores.
While weeding my window box carrots, I pulled up these little thumbs, which Pete thinly sliced and tossed into tonight’s pasta.
Pickled beets, at the scene of its improbable triumph: the great outdoors. Later, we will try hiking.
No, we will not. We will not try that with glass.
Things go better for me when I remember to stop in between and put up my feet. Today, I kind of forgot. My back is going to kick my ass.
Poor Impulse Control 