Dominic was horrified when I picked him up yesterday with a car full of groceries from there.
Him: Mama, I ain’t about you disrespecting my employer.* Me: When Publix stocks the coffee I like and sends me coupons, I’ll shop there.
Meanwhile, his newly employed bagger brother reluctantly went along with his mother, the bad influence. He did at least practice his skills at your competitor and judged the bagger there quite harshly.
If you want the loyalty of all four of us, take a page out of your competitor’s playbook.
For your convenience, here’s a link to my coffee of choice.
I believe you have all my home info. for the coupons.
I have a terminal degree in my field, work in higher education and wear suits/dresses to work (even in the age of COVID-19).
You’d trust me to teach and mentor your college-aged children, right?
But under the collar of my professional lady clothes, my neck is red.
Proof:
I’m barefoot even as I write this. When we lived on a lake in Savannah, I could go days without wearing shoes. I never let myself get Jiffy Feet, though. That’s gross.
I used to drive a crappy Ford pickup truck. Stick shift. So old the shine was gone from the paint. I recarpeted it myself. Sometimes when Eddie drove it, I’d roll down the window and stick those bare feet out of it.
Give me a beer over a cocktail any day.
I don’t have anything against boxed wine.
My favorite summer outfit features a concert T-shirt and cutoff jeans. (Not Daisy Dukes, though. I have kids.)
Thanks for taking me to “shoot the hooch.” I cannot believe I grew up in Atlanta and never did this before.**
I almost feel like I need to turn in my Southern girl card.
But not quite, as I adapted like a champ.
Ratty visor? Check.
Brewery coozies? Check.
Cooler filled with beer? Check.
Bungee cords to tie our tubes together? Check.
Bikini to get some sun (even though I know better)? Check.
The sun was hot. The beer and the water were cold.
It was a perfect day.
Perfect until I fell in, that is. (No, apparently I CAN’T reach your speaker carabiner.)
So there I was, dangling in the water, contemplating how best to get back in the tube when something touched my leg.
SOMETHING TOUCHED MY LEG.
My human brain knew it was just river weed.
My lizard brain lost it.
I started scream laughing. You started scream laughing. At me.
Here’s a dramatic re-enactment of me, slippery from sunscreen and still screeching, trying to get back into the innertube.
In addition to making sure to stay in the tube next time, we also will have to do a better job of tying you to the cooler float so you don’t end up in someone else’s pod, flouting social distancing expectations.
Dear Tony (perhaps not your name in your hummingbird circle, but this is what we call you):
Thank you for giving me a magical moment. I sit on our balcony every day, watch you at the feeder I set out only a month ago, and try to be still so I don’t scare you.
Today, you flew over to me and hovered directly in front of my face for at least 30 seconds.
I didn’t dare to breathe, even though I was squealing inside.
I could hear your wings beating.
I felt the wind from the flapping on my face.
After you satisfied your curiosity, you moved off a bit to the side, and I took your picture.
We assumed there were more of you, but pretended it was just you: our friend Tony. As it turns out, it may just be you. Apparently, you and your kind have excellent memories and remember your favorite nectar spots.
Lending credence to the theory of one, you feed every 10 minutes or so. So I set my stopwatch when you visited, then stopped it when you came back.
Apparently, you can recognize the person feeding you by sight and voice.
So maybe you just wanted to get a better look at the person feeding you.
And it was then, 30 minutes in, that someone finally explained why religious folks would support Trump:
It’s not about four more years. It’s about 37 more years. It’s about two more Supreme Court justices who are pro-life, pro-Israel, freedom of religion and freedom of speech.
Without that, according to him, “We won’t have the freedoms we grew up with.”
“What freedoms are those?” I was wondering when the dude brought out his saxophone.
I’m not kidding.
Jentezen Franklin plays “America the Beautiful.” He didn’t follow with “Baker Street,” sadly.
I guess he didn’t want Cain to upstage him.
This was getting a talent show kind of vibe, so I was excited to see what Bishop Harry Jackson would do.
But he just promoted his new book and explained racism to a room of mostly white people. Y’all were polite, but unenthusiastic.
Bishop Harry Jackson didn’t show off his musical talents.
Interestingly, he was the first person to mention the president by name: 45 minutes into the event.
Pro-life: Just unborn babies, apparently
Pro-marriage: Only between a man and a woman
Pro-freedom: Religious freedom to discriminate
Pro-constitution: A Tea Party battle cry regarding the expansion of the federal government (maybe)
She talked about squash plants and chipmunks. I was a little confused. But then she said:
Some things never change. Some things do change. There was a change of the guard in 2016.
And then she said something about Planned Parenthood “ripping little babies up.”
I see. Abortion. That’s the main driver.
OK, then. Let me say this about that:
No one is hyped to get an abortion. It’s a last resort. Also, no one is “pro abortion.” So let’s agree on one thing: The goal is to reduce abortions. How do we do that?
As we’ve seen with prohibition and the “war on drugs,” making them illegal won’t work. People will find a way, but it makes it very dangerous for women. So to me, the solution is to put more money into sex education, healthcare and contraception.
If you are pro-life (and really, aren’t we all?) then you should be supporting organizations like Planned Parenthood that actively help women with the above needs.
Alright.
Moving on to the next speaker, Richard Lee, who is as orange as the evening’s celebrant: the Cheeto in Chief.
He didn’t address abortion like everyone else. His main beef seemed to be with what is being taught in school: “garbage.”
Oh, and the Antichrist in the form of Democrats.
The Democratic Party has been taken over by the Antichrist. It’s an evil party.
I thank God that he sent Donald J. Trump to us. He is a gift to the church of Jesus Christ.
As much as you seemed to like this statement, I could tell you were restless. He willfully went over his allotted time and joked about it.
You were ready for the final act: Pastor Paula White. I found out later she is married to Jonathan Cain. Ah. He’s her third husband. With overlaps in relationships. So she’s truly taking those commandments seriously.
You know that saying, “Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time?” Well, in this case, you really didn’t do the crime. You are innocent.
That still doesn’t mean we can set you free, Smooth Criminal. You are incarcerated until we all get our test results.
The family that tests together stays together.
You did get time out of your cell for the testing, but that was not a good time for any of us.
Prisoner No. 4 submits to testing.
We all suffered. Dominic claimed it was “nasal rape.”
You certainly haven’t lost your sense of humor.
On the way home, we had this conversation:
Me: When we get home, I have to go out to buy more wine as someone didn’t follow the list. Daddy: I thought it was a “pick one” list instead of a “get all.” What if I bought a bunch of wine, and you got mad? Me: It’s like you don’t even know me. I would never get mad at too much wine. You: That’s something an alcoholic would say.
Hello Readers! I apologize for not posting since July 5. I took a much-needed tech break. But now I’m back! Beth
Dear Father of Gideon’s Friend:
As a fellow parent, I’ve always kind of felt for you. I realized how much you were trying to make sure your son gets to see his friends after you moved away. And even though you struck me as a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of guy, your kid seems nice enough. I always wanted Gideon to hang out with him, if possible.
But now I’m angry at you.
You exposed Gideon and another of his friends to COVID-19. And by extension, their families.
You should have known better. If your kid was unusually fatigued, then that’s cause for concern. You certainly should not have hosted a SLEEPOVER for crying out loud!
Imagine how the parents of those kids felt this morning when you called to let us know that your son has a fever.
Now I’m isolating Gideon and have scheduled a test for him and the rest of us. (I am NOT looking forward to having my brain scraped again.)
You were irresponsible. Negligent.
Not only is this SUPER irritating, but it’s possibly life threatening for Eddie the Asthmatic.
So thanks, Father of the Year. I hope you and your son enjoy being alone for a while.
(Oh wait: Sorry, I’m wrong. Trump promised to “make America great again,” so this must be great. Silly me.)
As a palate cleanser, here are 10 things I learned about my kids over the past two weeks, told in photos with captions.
1. Dominic is more responsible and interested in hanging out with the family now that he is “on a break” from his latest high-maintenance girlfriend.
2. He can be very charming, personable and helpful — even going as far as rowing me around a lake.
3. A boat in a lake is a good place to have serious conversations about life.
4. He won’t go hungry. He can at least make restaurant-quality breakfast sandwiches.
5. He can’t help himself: He is compelled to harass his brother.
6. His brother is a big fat ham.
7. Gideon doesn’t really like cake. He wanted a flan for his birthday. I’d never made a flan before, but it turned out so well (Behold the Birthday Flan!) that I think it’s going to be my signature dessert.
8. Gideon likes to help me make anything in the kitchen. He enjoys cooking as much as I do.
9. He and I feel the same way about hiking unmarked trails in the rain to get to an anticlimactic lookout.
10. We like the same shows.
There’s my dose of positivity today. I’ll reread as necessary to keep my spirits up.What are your bright spots? Please share!
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