The Cute... and not so cute

 So, here it is Monday, and we're under a dense fog advisory, and it is foggy, but not so much around my house.  Perhaps in low lying areas it's clustering like cotton balls, but up here on the hill in Enola we have nothing but wispiness. 

Retail was busy yesterday morning, mostly because one of my fellow associates called off and our aisle associate left early.  That meant me, myself, and I was the only specialist in the flooring department.  I dealt with a couple who set up a measure and nearly came to blows over the type of flooring they were going to install.  It's always odd when they argue in front of me.  They also had a problem setting up the measure date, first he was working, then she was working, and the dates they were available began to shrink.  They finally ended up setting themselves up for a measure on a Sunday, but after church. They were so disorganized.

There there was Seth and Steph.  Middle-aged, and cute as buttons.  They actually had a conversation about what carpet they were going to buy, and it was so casual, I almost felt like I was eavesdropping.  Damn!  If only I could write dialogue that good.

I began watching Dead Boy Detectives on Netflx.  It's interesting, but not what I was thinking it was going to be.  There are 2 dead young men who are ghosts, but instead of being in the UK, they've managed to get themselves stuck in a town in the state of Washington.  And there's an immortal witch, and a cat king.  It's cute, and will have no problem stretching the series out over several nights of viewing pleasure.

And on the not so cute side, Kristi Noem was attempting damage control yesterday and failing miserably.  Believe me, hilarity abounded on CBS, where she rotated one lie sloppily into another.  In her book she claims to have stared down Kim Dumb Chow of North Korea, but when pressed said that she wasn't going to go into specifics, but that she has met many world leaders.  She is a horse's ass.

And Timmy Scott was filling up his own diaper by refusing to say if he'd accepts a Trump loss in 2024.  He refused 5 times.  This desperate man is so full of shit, I'm surprised they make a diaper big enough to hold it all.