I'll second John Boehner in his post-politics incarnation. Remember earlier in the year when he was at Stanford and ripped Ted Cruz? The political reporters in DC were all, yeah, that's the Boehner we knew; after hours the guy would pour himself a whiskey, light a cigarette and have long off-the-record conversations when he'd just let FLY about anyone and everything.
David Pogue, the technology writer and sometimes-TV guy. Really really smart, very preppy and a little dork-y.
Also, the late R&B singer Gerald Levert, of the groups LeVert and LSG. Gerald was a couple of years younger, very overweight and a little reserved. His brother Eddie was in my year and....not a pleasant person.
Our next-door neighbor's wild blueberry bush has grown over and through our fence in several places. Another week and I'll have fresh blueberries for breakfast every morning!
i know and she knows. She needs to rage right now.
(Scotland-born-and-raised) DH and I had lunch yesterday at our neighborhood Italian joint with the Montenegrin owner and Irish waitperson. Talking about Brexit, the Montenegrin shared his stories of living in Yugoslavia during the breakup, and the Irish lassie talked about the victory of Stormont and the open EU border between the North and the republic. But Leave couldn't win, we all agreed. Yes, it would be a close vote but in the end, economic common sense and decency would prevail over the fearmongering and lies. And now the UK has voted to go backwards. We are sickened.
My SIL lives in northern England and does immigration/asylum work. She fired off a very angry text this morning: her most fervent wish is that Scotland votes for independence, Northern Ireland votes to reunite with the south, and the financial wasteland that is the remaining home island of England-Wales falls into the sea and drowns all the asshole xenophobes.
I cannot wrap my mind around that level of disgusting-ness. One of my husband's family members has some very questionable kitchen hygiene practices but even she would draw the line at the dog's bowl, for fucks sake.
i know, Mallory is so considerate in defining the problems and giving a reasoned solution. I'd be immediately judgmental and impatient: "Dump him. Next letter?.....Leave, leave now. Next letter?...Call a divorce lawyer today.....thanks, see you next week!"
Heehee, "swivel-eyed nutjobs", have to remember that one!
Spouse (Scottish, ex-pat, ineligible to vote) was very, very surprised when a longtime liberal friend from Edinburgh responded to his "wouldn't the Brexit be financial suicide?" email with a long diatribe about the smothering oppression of governance from Brussels and how The Europeans are controlling Britain.
We'll be watching the BBC coverage tomorrow night with fingers and toes crossed for a Remain result.
Even if we're avoiding comments on their faces, the Gordon Gekko 80s hair gel is inexcusable.