And thus it begins.
Screw Trump or Hillary for President. If you vote for me, first thing I’ll do as Prez is to make wet burps illegal. That kind of shenanigan has to go!
Also, second thing is to make it illegal for neighbors to grill steaks or hamburgers when you’re having ramen noodles for dinner and you weren’t invited.
Finally, read my lips: No. New. Taxes.
What is it with my new neighbors? They moved in last month and already they destroyed the cable wire that provided our house with internet when they put new fence posts in the ground a few days ago. Then the transformer by their house blew up this morning, causing the electricity to go out here, and also explained why my internet wasn’t working last night again. I hope they’re not setting up a meth lab or something. Good thing I didn’t bake them a cake to welcome them to the neighborhood.
Just got back from seeing my grandmother in the hospital. She’s spending Mother’s Day there while waiting to have surgery. A few days ago she exhibited symptoms that alarmed Aunt Julie and Uncle Bob enough to take her to the emergency room, and it turned out Granny had a mild heart attack and stroke.
She’s doing well now, resting and taking it easy, and she’s in a really great facility (Baptist Medical Center South) that is taking very good care of her. Tomorrow or Tuesday she’ll go in for surgery and we’re optimistic that she’ll be doing much better once she heals up from the procedure.
We’ve been praying for her recovery and for God to watch over her and make her more comfortable while she goes through this process. I’m very grateful that she’s doing well, that she will have wonderful doctors helping her, and that she’ll be able to go home soon. Please keep her in your prayers.