The Orange Anus

 Monday!  The weather's supposed to be nice today and tomorrow, at least according to Accuweather.  Temps in the mid 60s (F) with overnight temps dropping into the mid 40s (F).  This is not bad at all for this time of year.  I mean, we're in November and, at least as far as the long range forecasts are concerned, our temps are going to hanging around in the same degree range.  

Retail was okay yesterday, at least in the morning.  Business slumped badly in the after.  We can blame that on football.  The Philadelphia Eagles were playing the Dallas Cowboys.  Not a big fan myself, but a lot of people consider the Eagles their home team even though they're over 2 hours away.  Anyway, by 4 in the afternoon the store was a ghost town, with the only customers being either soccer or cricket fans.  Yes, we do have cricket fans in the area, mostly Indians and Pakistanis.  

One of our kitchen designers used to install countertops for a living, so I've been plying him with questions about what to expect from next Monday.  He told me that I should expect the installation to take about 2 hours.  I had shown him my original design and he'd said "easy, peasy."  I measured well because when the tech came to build the template, his square footage and my square footage matched.  That rarely happens, mostly because most people measure once or twice.  I measured at least 10 times, not because I'm that detail oriented, but because I wanted to know how much it was going to cost up front.  The last thing I wanted was to get an additional charge because my measurements were inaccurate.

And for those of you who don't know, the Orange Anus is taking the stand this week as part of the penalty phase in his trial in New York City.  

Oh, dear, I hope that image was too graphic for those who are faint of heart, but let's face it, the time has come to call and anus and anus.  It might be today, golly, I hope so.  I understand there's some concern (understatement) from his allies that he might just explode when he begins to be squeezed because the truth is that he is anything but seedless, (that was just another one of his lies).  As a result, people in the courtroom will probably be juiced.

Or is it Ivanka that's going to be testifying today.  Ooops.  Let's be honest, she will have no problem stabbing Daddy, or her brothers in the back.  He groomed her well. 

Doing the Right Thing

And so... my weekend... begins.  Big Seig and I have already popped one load of laundry into the wash.  The upstairs hallway is stacked with the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th loads.  This is so much fun.
I wanted to leave work early last evening since my weekend was starting and, of course, I ended up getting overtime.  That was not what I wanted.  On the way home I stopped and picked up taquitos and some frozen chicken breasts - the latter for making chicken sandwiches.  I ate too much and then went to bed.  That's a bad behavior pattern.
One of the associates I work with was laughing at the Idiot Jerk in the White House yesterday.  He's a big Eagles fan.  They were invited to a presidential shindig because they won the Super Bowl.  However, some of the players are not supporters.  In fact they see the Idiot Jerk as a fat, white, racist pig, and chose not to go.  Well, this pisssed off the Idiot Jerk and he sort of uninvited the team and cancelled the shindig.  And of course the Idiot Jerk's propaganda outlet, Faux News, said this faux party was cancelled because some of the Eagles were un-American because they kneeled during the National Anthem.  The Idiot Jerk said this, too.  Faux news even showed footage... except... they were wrong.  They lied.  None of the Eagles kneeled during the National Anthem.  The footage they had shown was of players kneeling to pray.  Evidently the Eagles forced Faux News to issue a public apology for lying.  They needed to be embarrassed to hell before they did the right thing.  The Idiot Jerk did not apologize for his lies.  He will never, ever do the right thing. 
Judge Aaron Perksy, the friend of drunken, sexual predator Brock Turner, is being recalled.  He no doubt does not understand how his 'good ol' boys' network has failed him.  The lesson here for all judges is that when sentencing an individual with a history of alcohol and substance abuse, and socially unacceptable behavior patterns, don't be lax in your judgement.  Turner needed not only a stronger punishment, and some serious help, and got nothing more than a slap on the wrist.  Persky has given no indication that he has learned to do the right thing.
My agenda for today is:  yard work, buying some new sweatpants, more yard work, and, hopefully another cycling workout this afternoon.  Also, there's this little side project I've been working on which I'd like to get finished by September.  I'm being a little mysterious about this, but I will give a bit of a clue.

Sunday Morning Notes

Well, here it is Sunday morning, a day when many sleep in.  Not me.  Big Seig and Lily were ready to go 'potty outside' at 0516 so I got up, let them out, and made a pot of coffee.
We found a drowned mouse floating in their water bowl.  He's now frozen solid on the back hill, and the bowl has been scrubbed clean and filled with fresh water.  Oh, yes, I do get mice.  Every year.  They're one of the things that come with a 112 year old house with 112 year old stone foundations.
I see the Philadelphia Eagles won the NFC East Championship - this means they might actually go to the Superbowl.  This also means that, since they're on Anne Marie's turf, and that happens, she might have to dust off her pompoms and do a little cheer for the hometown team.  Maybe a little box step, you know?  Something like: one, two, shake, shake, three, four, shake, shake.
And about that little, What the Fuck, Holy Shit moment they had in Hawaii yesterday?  My money says someone's ass is already a cinder on the grill.
Finally, I work with a rabidly loyal Republican who, for the most part, is a nice older man, and the recent events involving the Idiot Jerk in the White House have provided me with so many moments to... torture his soul.  I'm being serious... this is like... soooooo much fun.  Yesterday, in a moment of barely controlled anger he said, "they're just doing this to get him out of office!"