So my brother got a Fitbit recently. I have a Fitbit. He realized there is a “challenge” feature were we can compete against each other for weekly step counts.
I have never walked more in my goddamn life.
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I’m tapped out on many fronts over here: all three girls went to in-person school (pre-K through 9th grade- what a spread! Am I conflicted about it? Yes. Did they absolutely need it? Also yes.), I have a rocking double ear infection, and my husband was on quarantine because he was sick and couldn’t go into work until he got a negative covid test. (He did on Thursday, it was just a cold.) Oh yeah, and the dishwasher broke!
But my first shift as an election judge was also this week and went well; I actually had a really good time doing it too.
Continue reading “On Elections and Dishwashers”Anybody else see it as the richest irony that we’re being told to get over a political loss by folks who still wave the Confederate Flag?
Something.
I could (or not) say many things. But others will say them better.
What struck me though were all the female pundits and newscasters dressed in white: suffragists at the start of the evening. Brides left at the alter at the end.
I was 35 and walking through our downtown with my husband. Some douche leaned out of a car driving by and aggressively yelled: “HOT CHICK!” at me. At us. I was holding my husband’s hand. I was wearing a maxi dress and just about as covered up as if I’d been wearing a burkha.
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