The TV is always on. It’s all about Breaking News because living in Humpty Trumpty’s world every day brings a new disaster, conflict, pandemic, economic devastation and racial tensions. In between Breaking News, pharmaceutical ads dominate. The drug names are more bewildering then what parents are inventing for their newborns.
I I feel as if I am preparing myself to bungee jump off of a towering building every time I go to the grocery store.
The other day I woke up playing the part of Debbie Downer.
We have not ventured inside a restaurant since mid-March. Last week I was assigned the task of finding a divine anniversary takeout dinner.
I am done.
Eric Trump just announce that when his father, aka The Joker, the psychopath with a warped, sadistic sense of humor, gets kicked out of Washington the Trump organization will focus on expanding internationally.
I am obsessed.
I have adjusted to ‘masking’ my feelings and activities.
I was looking for an easy, delicious Father’s Day recipe. You must depend on creativity during the pandemic because the cooking never ends. I channeled my New England roots and came up with fresh steamed clams. I called around and Santa Monica Seafood sold just what I needed…in the NYC area, my daughter orders great…
Pandemic…The new marriage barometer.