Who do you guys like so far in the democratic primary? Personally, I’m on the Elizabeth Warren train, but I think I’m still persuadable.
I’m cat sitting a three-year-old cat. The dog he’s known for most of his cat-life died a few weeks ago and the poor kitty is licking himself silly with grief. His stomach and paws are raw and hairless from his persistent tongue. It’s heart-wrenching to notice.
This cat is also obsessed with me and follows me around like a duckling, plopping onto me as soon as I sit down. He’s in my bed when I go to sleep and he’s in my bed when I wake up. It’s pretty adorable, but also, sometimes, kind of annoying.
No amount of petting is enough! Isn’t that life’s central problem?
Whenever I see roadkill, I say a prayer in Sanskrit. I have no idea what the prayer means. I could be wishing for a good harvest for all I know.
Whenever I buy something off Craigslist, I check back for a couple of weeks afterwards and feel satisfaction if I got a good deal. It’s like huzzah, I got a bargain!
If my subsequent searching turns up a cheaper version, then I stop checking. It’s still huzzah as long as I like the object.
I don’t have many clothes, so I often wear this maroon t-shirt with CHICAGO LAW written on it in big white letters. It’s a great conversation starter. If I’m alone and wearing the shirt, there’s almost a 100% chance someone will say something to me.
I’m from Chicago!
My husband is a lawyer!
I saw you on this trail yesterday. And you were wearing the SAME SHIRT!
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