My wife: “You know that rich neighborhood on the river?” *dumps out mini Fuji of candy onto the table*
My brain: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*pop*
My wife: “You know that rich neighborhood on the river?” *dumps out mini Fuji of candy onto the table*
My brain: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*pop*
Apparently, I cannot overeat like I used to, either. Similar results to the ghost pepper cheese. I think my fabled stomach of steel may be rusting out.
I am coming to regret this afternoon’s ghost pepper cheese. Also some of that apple cider. Not all. Some.
I want every veteran of the United States military to have medical, dental, vision, mental health, and life insurance fully covered. I don’t want them to have to pay a cent for their health for the rest of their lives. They should have excellent doctors, who are compensated competitively. These human beings were, and are, willing to risk their lives for ours. This seems like a no-brainer.
I wonder, if we took away the lifelong insurance plans we give Federal Senators and Congresspeople, and limit those benefits to the length of their terms, how much would that help?
Acelyn: “This nail in my arm is a boo boo!”
Me: “It’s an IV.”
Acelyn: “Dad! It’s still a boo boo!”
I watched the debate. It was on the TV at the diner. Can we rate the winner and loser of the debate by fact check results? Please? More truth = more win?
Welch might not be the best name for an ATM or bank chain.
Crown no worky. Tooth getting pulled. Sad face. Numb sad face.