Milton has decided that this is a good time for our daily Lovefest. Fur is flying around. He is snuggling in my armpit and biting my hoodie. *gritch gritch gritch* Oh lovemuffin! What a good boyo! Rub him's sides! Love him!
And it's a good time to wax on and on about a subject big on my mind all the time right now. I am tempted to spam the mother's club egroup with my thoughts on the matter of women's volunteerism and the new republican order, but I know it would only lead to trouble and stomach aches, not to mention lack of sleep and zits, so I'll vent here instead.
I mean, fuck! It's now the mothers who run EVERY SINGLE extra thing in the schools! Sometimes more! Huge fundraisers, the likes of which would blow the minds of my mother's PTA with their yearly bakesale. Everyone racks her brains each month to think of a new fundraiser. There's only so much wrapping paper we can buy from each other, after all.
I'm thinking that hiring some Ladies of the Night for each school would be a real cash cow. They could work the street outside the school, and only at night, so really the fundraising efforts would have no impact on the innocents. Perhaps during the day they could sleep in the gym! After all, there aren't very many gym classes any more. Hey, maybe they could TEACH the gym classes! Two birds! One stone!
How long is this going to last, this republican age? Is there any way to convince the general voters that the rich are 1. not them and 2. not out for their best interest?
Can you tell I'm coming down from this morning's coffee high? I feel like weeping as I'm reading the catalog for the silent auction for Eliz's school. One thing you can bid on is a third grade class coming to your house and planting 100 daffodil bulbs. Doesn't it just totally pull your heart?
How about TAXES instead? Fuckers. I am really pissed at the damn republicans. I guess you knew that already.