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So, in our exciting lives, we had the gutters replaced and the next project is to remove the two skylights in the sunroom as one leaks in a bad storm—and you can’t really ever totally fix that—and one has a broken seal. And as the sunroom has windows at the top of the vaulted ceiling and is surrounded by four sets of sliding doors, we don’t need the extra glass.

So, our contractor Craig came by to talk about it and Carlos met him in the yard. As I entered our living room I saw Carlos and Craig standing outside the sunroom on the deck. Carlos wanted me to come outside so he knocked on the glass.

Not a knock-knock, or knock-knock-knock but a literal knock-knock-knock- knock-knock-knock- knock-knock-knock- knock-knock-knock- knock-knock-knock- knock-knock-knock- knock-knock-knock- knock-knock-knock- knock-knock-knock- knock-knock-knock- knock-knock-knock- knock-knock-knock- knock-knock-knock until I came to the door dropping a series of F-bombs along the way. I opened the slider:

“What?”

“Carig was talking about the roof.”

“And you felt the need to knock a thousand times?”

“I didn’t know if you heard.”

“Oh, I heard and I planned your death several times while walking toward the door.”

And then Craig chimed in:

“If I wanted to listen to two bitches bicker I would have stayed home and had a second cup of coffee with my wife.”

I never knew Craig was so funny. It made our day!

Tuxedo takes after his daddy because, as he notes, if you want to effect change: CAST A GODDAMNED VOTE! 

Again, the smartest cat ever!

Just the idea of walking down a beach and finding double-decker cakes on display! Yeeeeeee-haw!

I have several irrational fears … claustrophobia … being buried alive … trapped in the rubble of a tornado devastated home … sinkholes ... and a fear of heights.

I love being up high; love tall buildings with walls and railings to keep me from tumbling over; but looking over the edge of a cliff, or for the love of the goddess standing, on a steel I-beam during construction of a high rise? Bitch, please.

So I had seen photos of the construction workers in the 30s taking their lunch breaks sitting on an I-beam at the top of the Chrysler building and  just this week I saw this:

My knees are still quivering.

Consuelo is making a rare appearance this week looking like a perfect angel.

A perfect angel who woke me at 6:15AM to feed her … which I did … and then when Other Daddy crawled out of bed at 7:15AM she told him that she hadn’t been fed and was starving.

Evil little bitch.

So The Felon’s DOJ wants Luigi Mangione given the Death Penalty for the murder of Brian Thompson, the CEO of UnitedHealthcare.

Huh; murder a rich CEO and get capital punishment, but murder thousands of regular working-class people to save a few coins on insurance and that’s just business.

Yesterday morning over breakfast, with the news on, I was surprised to learn that Val Kilmer had passed away and said to Carlos:

“Val Kilmer died.”

“Donna Summer died?”

“Yes she did, about ten years ago at least, but this is Val Kilmer.”

“Oh, Val Kilmer.”

Like he knew another Kilmer? Oy.

Asshatted MAGAt Maggot, Indiana GOP Senator Jim Banks told a recently fired HHS worker that he deserved to get fired because he was a clown for asking about getting fired. Then this motherfucker doubled down:

“I won’t apologize for speaking the truth. I 100% support [The Felon] and DOGE’s mission to cut woke spending and government waste.”

Huh, so he doesn’t care about people losing their jobs and is anti-government waste. It makes me wonder about all the wasteful spending done by The Felon to play golf every week. I’m sure Maggot Banks has no issue there so let’s see how Indianans feel come election time and fire this fuck monkey.

Josh Upshaw is a familiar face in Italian Vogue, the CR Fashion Book, and W, as well as working with Steven Meisel for a Versace campaign but Would You Hit It?