So we will suffer with Project 2025 because millions of non-college graduate Americans had their feelings hurt by people they don’t know and will likely never meet.
I wonder how many of these boat-owning, SUV-driving not-so-juvenile delinquents with bleached blond wives could buy and sell us multiple times over.
In other words, where’s the beef?
Today I brought 10 bags of leaves to the transfer station in two trips.
Also stopped at the Food Pantry for produce and peanut butter.
I raked and bagged the leaves off the yard on the right side of the house and did a minor sweep of the driveway. Also vacuumed the living room and kitchen.
Chopped up veggies for soup, hoping Ron will cook. I’m beat.