Popcorn and Beer Time
Damnit, and of course I cannot drink because thin blood and meds, but I want to. Likely all the salt and butter on the popcorn wouldn't serve me well either. I guess I'll make do with a diet coke and those deliciously greasy funyun things the hubby bought. I have to talk about two different things this morning. The roiling, rolling conniption-fitted mess that is Katie Joy and her various retractors. It's been quite the 48 hours. First Katie: Since the roughly five or six weeks since our falling out I've come to realize that she drives her own drama lama, waters it, feeds it, cossets it, pets it and grooms it. Before our scuffle I never bothered to watch her videos, or even think or her much. She'd pop up when she needed Duggar info, or explanations of some aspect of Quiverfull. An assorted internet friend I wasn't much in contact with. Now I've seen all these dramas she's complained about to me from all sides now, I see she does bear a lot of culpability...