sometimes they write themselves

 

Seriously, I didn’t change a thing. 

She’s supposed to be a teenager?  She looks at least 30 with her pearls and blood-red lipstick.  She also has an uncanny resemblance to her Cocker Spaniel – same head tilt, same hairstyle.  Notice how they are both smiling, but their eyes are vacant and glassy?  You don’t get that look being a “gay Teen.”  No, that’s the look of a “battered Housewife” or “closet Alcoholic” or “kicked Spaniel.”  I thought the kids of today were growing up too fast, but back in 1944 they’d already be in an abusive marriage, a dog and the bottle their only friends, while knitting sweaters to fill the long, lonely days.  Gay teen ideas, indeed.

health insurance should be a four letter word

My employer is yet again shopping for a new carrier for our employee health insurance.  Because it seams that only non-sentient beings who do not even have the capacity to get sick or injured are able to get affordable health coverage, our current carrier is increasing premiums and co-pays with an added bonus of decreasing coverage.  I am grateful, however, that I have an employer that can still afford to offer its employees health benefits.  I shudder to think of having to repay the tens of thousands of dollars in hospital bills that my husband has accrued in just the past five years alone.  I still think that we should get a premium credit for not having children.  We are responsible for one less “health” that needs to be insured.  If more people decided to not reproduce, imagine the burden that would be lifted from the health insurance industry.  Yes, the juice-box industry would likely suffer, but sacrifices are inevitable. 

 

this is no joke!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Hope you all gorge yourselves with wonderful things to eat until all you can do is fall into the loving arms of a food coma. 

Looking for a new, delightful and very yellow side dish for this year’s feast?  Try this:

 

 

But, Amy, you may ask, how can I make this glowing bowl of goodness without a recipe?  Well, I say, I am so glad you asked.  Behold:

 

 

If anyone actually makes this and eats it I would very much like to know.  Photographic evidence would be appreciated. 

(disturbing food courtesy of Plan 59)

speaking of zombies . . .

 

If I saw a zombie with those chompers shambling after me, I’d sure as hell run.  Not to mention the red hair and freckles <shudder>.