Is Hamilton the best musical ever? I think it may be. Bill has been bopping through the house lately, insisting that we’re just like our country, we’re young, scrappy, and hungry. We’re none of those things, obviously, but I like the spirit. For my part, I’m enjoying sitting under my own vine and fig tree. I didn’t expect that, but here we are. Hillary Clinton’s going home.
I still can’t get over the weekend’s bizarre news. This morning I saw a White House spokeswoman whining about how people don’t take her boss at his word. I can’t stop laughing at this administration’s haplessness, but then I remember the huge damage they’re doing to real people and it’s not funny anymore.
I’m thinking about getting bees in the spring. Haven’t run it by Bill yet, but saving the bees starts at home, right? One hive? Two hives? Do they need friends? Oh, remember to get on Amazon and order some beekeeping books. I’d make a beekeeping suit look good.
Gratitude list time. Here’s a few things I’m thankful for:
- The News. Who’d have thought I’d learn to appreciate the press again, or that they’d learn how to do their jobs? Also worth noting, we thought we needed Jon Stewart (and thank God for him!), but it turns out that electing a clown is all you need to make every channel Comedy Central.
- Bill’s recent fascination with infused liquor. He strained off his cucumber gin last night and we got our party on!
- I think I’m going to buy some of those little wooden barrels for aging things and start making my own hot sauce. Take that, Bill!