Friday, September 02, 2016

Fried Chicken and Porn

Strange up and down few days. I spend most of the day today with my youngest child. I wanted to see her, make sure she was alright after getting a very upset phone call from her on Sunday afternoon. Some jackass used a crowbar or a rock or baseball bat, busted out the window of her new car and took her wallet. She was shaken up, but has done all the things you must do when that happens.

She moaned again that adulting sucks. I agree.

Sometimes adulting sucks. It also sucks to watch those you love have to deal with the sad realities of life in a world filled with little criminals.

We ran errands together. Nothing too exciting (except for new shoes..shhh do not tell my husband!) at Nordstrom Rack.  Grocery shopping, going to the car wash, etc.

It wasn't until lunch came that we had a bit of weirdness. We went to one of the Italian restaurants in Fairfax and I ordered what I thought was an arugula salad with tomatoes, feta and chicken off the lunch salad menu. What arrived I can only call a fried chicken taco bowl, chicken breast pounded flat, breaded, deep-fried into a bowl shape filled with tomatoes, a few leafs of arugula and a sprinkle of feta. I hadn't planned on having fried chicken lunch. I guess I need to start asking more questions. It was tasty, just not what I needed to be eating to keep my blood sugars down.

On our way back from the restaurant I had an experience I do not miss, some random weirdo behaving crazy inappropriate. My daughter drove us around in her car and as we sat at a light this dump truck pulled along side on the right. I looked up at the driver, saw he was an older man with hair as silver as mine and thought nothing of it. Before I could lower my gaze he started making weird faces, like kissy faces and weird hard gestures. I was pretty freaked out, had to hide behind my hand and pull down the visor. What the hell? Do I have a freak magnet on me? He could not see my daughter since he was sitting up so high so he could only have been aiming that crazy crap at me. 

I got caught in the exodus leaving Washington DC when I left Fairfax, even as I tried to leave early enough to beat rush hour. Forgot this is Labor Day weekend and everyone headed out early. When I got home I found out that the company I do some freelance work for was sold today and I'm nervous about what that might mean. We're going from an industry giant owning the company to a firm I know very little about. Could go either way, but it made for an uneasy evening thinking about work.

But this evening as I was doing something someone who is a troll calls 'Googling Without Probable Cause' I discovered that one of the Good Quiverfull Patriarch's has been writing porn in the not so distant past. I found his archive and I've spent all evening doing oodles of screen shots. They should be up in a few days. Things are looking up.

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