Loaner

So I got to drive this 2020 Outback for a few hours the other day. While my 2007 version was in getting its airbags fixed. That recall thing. While it had that fab new car smell and lots of fancy electronics, I can't see myself wanting to purchase one anytime soon. I feel like my 2007 Outback is a better built vehicle. Something about how solid it feels when I close the door. Weirdly, in the 2020, my ape-arms aren't long enough to reach the door handle to close it when I'm sitting in the driver's seat! The backup camera and the keyless entry are pretty cool, also the USB ports right there on the dash. Aside from having many, many more miles to put on my car, I'm thinking the next vehicle I purchase really needs to be electric, or at least a hybrid. Pearl* and I have so many adventures left to pursue! 

*My Outback's name is Pearl. Derived from her paint color, Newport Blue Pearl. I probably paid an extra five bucks just for the fancy paint color name.

Feeding The Cold

Chicken soup for my soul, my sniffles, and my tummy. 

Achoo!

Awwwwwww, look! I sneeze flowers! I also fart rainbows and burp butterflies! Not really. But I do have a cold. Not a horrible take to your bed sort of cold, just the annoying sniffles. It's a day devoted to chicken soup, hot tea, and a big cozy blankie in my comfy chair. Let's binge The Magicians, shall we? I need a spell for the banishment of viral infections. Perhaps they'll show me one. It seems my usual magical habits of hand washing and not touching my face have not been strong enough to ward off these nasty little bastards. Whatever did people do before kleenex and sudafed, that's what I want to know. 

Climate Confusion

This was yesterday. The patio door was open most of the afternoon. It was lovely. I forgot it was technically winter.

Overnight we were plunged back into the reality of the calendar. I think I'll live in flannel jammies for the rest of the week.

It's a Groundhog Palindrome Sort of Day

The only way this could possibly be cooler would be if the word palindrome actually was a palindrome. Could somebody get on this, please?  

It Bears Repeating

Here we are at the beginning of February, the month when we celebrate love in all its lovely forms. I do have more than a bit of a quibble with whoever decided it was a good idea to make St Valentine the patron saint of amour, but there it is. For me personally, love has little to do with being imprisoned, tortured, and buried alive. If that makes me vanilla then slather me in chocolate sauce and lick away. If you wish to know more on the subject of what I do find essential in the romance department, a few years ago I compiled a list. You can find it here. Off with you, now. I have unintentional pajama day tasks to attend to.

Eff You!

All of you gynoticians out there are seriously getting on my nerves. When you could be addressing real issues that need your attention such as health care, infrastructure, overhauling immigration, protecting the environment, global warming, the list goes on and on, you are venturing into territory where you have not been given permission to enter. Instead, you are drafting laws, some ridiculous, some downright invasive, in the interest of controlling women and their lady parts! We can manage our feminine anatomy, thank you very much. Keep this in mind, many of our problems with these parts come from you sticking your nose, and penises, into them. How about if you work on controlling your own parts instead. All I have to say is, get out, you have not been invited into this arena and you are not welcome here.