Bitchy Little Treats Plate

I wrote a whole post bitching about housework, but I'll spare you the agony.

Instead of posting my housework complaints, I'll just post this little saucer of goodies I prepared for myself as a reward / naughty meal after hours of housekeeping:

Lemon cream wafer biscuits, thin dark chocolate Reese's peanut butter cups, blueberries, hot tamales, mini peanut butter M&Ms, peppermint patty, red hots, and a chocolate brownie flax seed muffin with peanut butter on top.

I am grateful for having so many goodies, courtesy of my wife, along with my vintage dinerware. I love the colors and shapes all together, and the super dark french press coffee I enjoyed with it along with peppermint mocha creamer.

While I'm not yet feeling certain that my housework efforts were worth the time and energy, this pretty, colorful photograph makes me feel like I did something worthwhile.

Honestly, the blueberries and muffin were the best parts of my tiny treat platter. I could have done without all the candy, but the arrangement and visual appeal of it sending me such a decadent message of abundance did provide extra satisfaction, and fed me spiritually with its cuteness, visual interest, and textured joyful variety.

Summer People

Fucking SUMMER people. With their loud outdoorsy PRIDE, and their loud outdoorsy PARTIES. Their smokey fires and their social bullshit.

I miss Washington state weather before global warming's extreme changes. When it would still be cool and probably even RAINING the first week of June.

Instead we have these fuckers stoking fires, making the air unbreathable the day before a heat dome is projected to be dropped on us with suffocating heat. When we SHOULD be preparing by getting our homes as cool as possible,  and sleeping as peacefully as we can before the unsleepable heat.

I wish I had magical powers to rain copious amounts of divinely-just diarrhea down onto their fucking fires. Enough to extinguish the flames and fully spatter their always open yak yak yaking numb fucking mouths.

Whistling Fucks

JFC how I want to slap the living shit out of motherfuckers who WHISTLE indoors. Restaurants, for example. Or, like now, in a hospital waiting room. 

99 times out of a hundred: MEN. 

Surrounded by fuckers coughing and THIS ONE SONOFABITCHING WHISTLING FUCK.