As the garden catch up work draws closer to completion, I finally have some time to write and read. Sort of. Things at Casa Anon are meh at best. Being outside and active is what keeps me from going on a slap the shit out of people spree. I have decided that the answer to most questions in my house can be answered by the word “Dudes”. Who broke the bottom step I almost killed myself on this morning? Dudes. Why is the refrigerator empty when I just went to the store? Dudes. Why is there food all over the couch? Dudes. Why am I ready to run away from home? Dudes… you get my drift.

This morning on Facebook some delightful human referred to the milk shaking of fascists as Lactosing the Intolerant. I like this, probably more than I should.