Not home until Thursday. So that means I’ve been on the road while it’s tax time, The Idiot’s first criminal trial begins, I’m with my Trump-y brother (I’m not asking him if he’s voting for The Idiot again because we do not discuss politics, even though he’s tried to pick several fights with me and I am DYING to tell him that the guy who owns the company that maybe kinda sorta but probably not really paid The Idiot’s fine is named Mr. Hankey and my brother loves South Park), and I’m getting my ass kicked taking care of my dad.

That’s a helluva sentence up there. Imma leave it. Parse it out if you want. If not, get to commenting. Keep it between the lines, don’t be the fastest car on the road, do be the person who lets folks merge. Zipper driving is more efficient and better for your mental health. Don’t threaten Mayor McSquirrel. This header is all over the damn place. Sorry folks!