So...

So, Amy makes a batch of...I don’t know...300 “Monster cookies” and declares there is something wrong with them.   She leaves them on the counter in culinary disgust.

Correction: 75 Monster cookies.

Okay, maybe 40...

So...

So...

Gosh.

We get it...you hate President Trump.   Hate seems awful easy in this “outrage first” time we live in.

A hat.

A. Hat!

You’re equating a hat with one of the most vile groups in American history.

A hat.

Vote him out, but this politically sadistic, taunting, ill-informed venom only energizes everyone who hates...your hate.

Who are you winning over with such hate?

I know who you’re losing.

So...

So, I’m walking the greenway and a guy is walking the other way with a dog.  We chat.  The dogs sniff each other’s butts (thank God we don’t greet people that way) and I walk on a few feet.

Then this bicycling couple come by.  One cyclist stops and verbally lays into this man.
He starts screaming, “I’m tired of you f’ing people taking up the lane, with your earbuds on!”

A:  No one had earbuds.
B:  We were not blocking anything.
C: Every 1/4 mile there’s a sign that says, “Bikes yield to pedestrians.”

I really wanted to...show him my displeasure...but the other guy just smiled at me and silently shook his head, so I focused on Dewey peeing.

The path rage biker left.  I asked the other guy if he was okay.

He said, “I guess he was having a bad day.”

Then he continued his walk seemingly unconcerned.

There’s a lesson here.

Probably should have learned it long ago.

So...

So, when we had a family living with us some years ago, one of the kids, Ana, loved to drive around the neighborhood looking at inflatable Christmas decorations and laughing when they were not inflated. She called them “Dead Santas.”

Driving home after the morning walk with the dogs I saw this.

We probably would have been pulled over due to hysteria.

#deadRalphie