#But my husband got fired on Friday from his job of nine years

[bisexual-horror-fan]

I promise Multi-May stuff is still happening! But life is life-ing real fucking hard, and I am doing my best.

[christinesficrecs]

Hey Christine! :D Hope you're having a good day, but I was wondering if you'll be able to recommend your favourite mpreg fics? Thank you so much for your time! :)

I’m so glad you asked! It was on my list but not everyone likes them 🤷🏻‍♀️ Anyways, I love the first one so much!! Also, Grimm’s fic has been deleted so the wayback version is linked or check the dropbox. Lastly, Dexterous_Sinistrous writes all the mpreg fics and they are ALL amazing! Find them here. 

The Second Coming (of Werewolf Jesus) by lupinus, uraneia | 40.1K | Explicit

Stiles was enjoying his senior year until his crazy English teacher decided he made the best candidate to gestate Derek's kid. Now Stiles is a seventeen-year-old pregnant dude and he and Derek have to figure their shit out, because in nine months they are going to be tied together for the rest of their lives.

a mountain to climb by grimm | 126.4K | Explicit

"Don’t do it,” he mutters. “Don’t do it, please, don’t do it.”

But there it is, a soft pink line appearing right next to the control. Stiles’ legs give out from under him; he sinks to the bathroom floor, hands shaking, his entire body shaking. It’s hard to breathe, his vision blurring around the edges. There’s a knock on the door behind him and then it opens and Scott sits down next to him.

“I’m fucked,” Stiles gasps, tears prickling at his eyes. “I’m fucked!"

The Well of Living Waters by kalpurna | 30.3K | Explicit

King Derek takes a consort.

Ukochany by VincentMeoblinn | 34.1K | Explicit

Derek comes home to find a mail order husband and two amused betas waiting for him. When he realizes their prank was far from harmless he ends up saddled with a husband who barely speaks English but insists Derek is the love of his life. He's also determined to win him over.

Survival of the Species by Lissadiane | 19.3K | Explicit

In which Derek's pack is apparently stable enough to begin planning for the future, and somehow, the universe has decided Stiles is the perfect candidate to bear his alpha's children.

Settle Down by wearing_tearing, whatthehale | 153.1K | Explicit

Stiles is a struggling author barely making ends meet.

Derek is a successful architect whose biological clock is ticking.

Enter a surrogacy agency, two packs, and a particularly sticky and toe curling heat week and you get a match made in heaven.

No Vacancy by KaliopeshipsIt | 34.9K | Mature

"29-Year Old Omega (muscular/scruffy/perpetual sourface) Seeking for Alpha-Baby-Daddy. Might or might not be named Stiles"

Derek is an unusually muscular Omega with irregular heats and dumb luck.

Stiles is an unusually polite Alpha who forgets to leave his number.

Laura is a furious Alpha who wants to wear Stiles' balls on a golden chain.

Cora is a pragmatic Alpha who composes Craigslist ads.

From This Moment by SylviaW | 16.7K | Mature

After discovering Derek is pregnant, Stiles offers to be his “Pregnancy Buddy.” On top of the usual difficulties of carrying a child, Stiles has to navigate Derek’s emotional turmoil from the traumatic event that conceived the baby, and his own feelings that he’s developing for Derek.

Your Baby and Me by tearsandholdme | 134.4K | Mature

“Him, you recommended, and he seems fit for the job,” Derek said, handing the application to her flashing a charming smile. “Stiles Stilinski, he's going to carry my pup.”

Lunches, Knitting and Definitely Not Dating by attackofthezee (noxlunate)

So, I uh, managed to get myself pregnant.”

“You what?!”

“Got myself pregnant. Y’know, up the duff, knocked up, a bun in the oven, in a family way, eating for two, with child. I could go on Dad, really, stop me before I exhaust the list of pregnancy euphemisms. There’s still caught an 18 year STD, my eggo is preggo, building a person-“

“Stiles.”

I Still Believe by IAmAVeronica | 111.4K | Explicit

War is hell. Falling in love with enemy solider Derek Hale, secretly mating him, and then accidentally being left behind by him when the war suddenly and violently ends is a special kind of hell apparently reserved for one human omega Stiles Stilinski. But Stiles is determined to find his mate again, because Derek left more than just Stiles in a war-ravaged and werewolf-hating country - and with danger at every turn and nothing but Derek's gun and his own wits for protection, hell hath no fury like Stiles now.

Things We Lost by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 20K | Explicit

Who … who am I to wed?”

A small flash of guilt covered the king’s features before he was able to recover. “Your union will join the royal families—joining our family to the Hales.”

Dread and sorrow sunk in Stiles’ stomach as he closed his eyes.

There was only one Hale left unharmed by the great fire that nearly wiped out the entire royal family—the Dread Wolf of Triskelia, Crowned King Derek Hale.

monday i can fall apart but by friday i'm in love by tryslora | 5.6K | Mature

It's just past five in the morning and Stiles is barely awake, wearing only sleep pants that hang low below his pregnant belly, and he can't get the damned brand new jar of decaf coffee open. But he has a neighbor, and he's too tired to think that waking someone else up at this hour might not be the best (or politest) of ideas.

[redrisingsun]

Swedish Holidays for all your Young Royals needs

Due to popular demand (by like five people) here’s a brief description of all the major Swedish holidays and how they’re celebrated because I can’t stand here and pretend as if we really celebrate Christmas the 25th. We have more holidays, I've only written about the ones we celebrate in my family. I come from a working class family and live in Southern Sweden, however I do have family in Stockholm. I'm not religious in any way and as far as I know, most families don't celebrate these holidays because they're religious, but because it's tradition.

yall better appreciate this, it took me literal hours

January

1: Dubbed as one of the collective pizza days in my household. It's the day after New Year, and most people either order in or eat leftovers.

Week 2 or 3: Most people return to their jobs, schools and other daily activities.

February/March

Fettisdagen ("Fat Tuesday"): celebrated 47 days before Easter. The actual date varies, all from early February to early March. It's an old Christian tradition where you'd eat fatty foods before the "before Easter"-fast and is supposedly a thing in other Christian countries as well. These days, most people celebrate by eating semlor with their family, and most don't fast before Easter.

The semla is a sweet bun with whipped cream and almond paste.

Våffeldagen (Waffle Day, 25th of March): I think this day stems from a Christian tradition, but these days the day is mostly to get together with family and eat waffles.

April

Påsk (Easter): Again, the date varies, but Easter is usually in April. Easter stems from Christianity and is celebrated to remember Jesus' death and resurrection. Easter spans over a week, but I personally only celebrate one of those days.

Påskafton (direct translation: Easter Eve, English translation: Holy Saturday) is the Saturday of the Easter week. In my family, the children get to look for Easter eggs (often filled with candy).

Some children also dress up as Påskkärringar (Easter crones) and I think this tradition has to do with the Witch Trials in Sweden, but I'm not sure. Chances are you won't need to know anything about this for your Young Royal fics, because mostly girls dress up.

Sometimes, we decorate eggs.

Later, we sit down to eat together and spend time with our families. Common things to eat for Easter is potatoes, eggs, herring and meatballs.

Valborgsmässoafton (Walpurgis Night, 30th): We burn a big bonfire in the evening to celebrate that spring is here. I live in a fairly small town, so mostly everyone gathers at one spot and burns the fire together. When the bonfire is burned, most people go home and that's it. It's also seen as a reason to have a party (mostly for teenagers and young adults, I think) and get drunk as fuck.

May/June

Sveriges Nationaldagen (Sweden's National Day, 6th of June): Most people are home from school and work. We hoist the Swedish flag. Idk. However, the Royal Family celebrates by getting dressed up in Swedish costumes. This year, the King held a speech and the family went to Skansen (which is an amusement park/zoo. You can read more about it here). There's music and the military does their weird little thing. You can watch the National Day Celebration on Skansen from 2014 here.

Midsommarafton (Midsummer): date varies, but is celebrated a Friday in late June. I'm sure there's a Christian explanation for this one, but I don't personally know it.

Midsommar (midsummer) means middle of the summer.

Again, this is a day to eat and spend time with your family (or drink, depending on who you are). We eat pretty much the same things for Midsummer as we do for Easter.

For Midsummer we also dance around a Midsommarstång (direct translation: Midsummer Pole, English translation: Maypole) and make flower crowns.

How Midsummer is celebrated depends a lot on your age (most teenagers and young adults again see this as a reason to party), where you're from and a million other things.

My personal favorite Midsummer tradition is probably more common in the country than in the city, for example. You're supposed to pick seven different flowers without saying a word. Then, you sleep with the flowers under your pillow. Supposedly, you'll dream of your future husband (or wife! But I think it's more common that women and girls do this). This tradition also varies. Some people say you need nine flowers and some people say you have to climb over fencing for it to count.

Some teenagers or young adults spend time with their friends to party, instead!

You can watch part of a Midsummer celebration at Skansen here.

The Royal Family usually celebrate Midsummer privately, but I think there's usually new pictures of the entire family around this time.

Day after Midsummer: Collective Pizza Day 2. Everyone either eats takeout or leftovers because no one can be bothered to make anything and like half of the population has the worst hangover they've had since New Year.

Summer Holiday Note: most people in Sweden have four weeks of paid leave each summer.

July/August

Kräftpremiär (Crayfish party) - date varies, normally early August. Basically people get together to eat crayfish and drink. You can usually get paper plates and plastic cups and whatever with ugly crayfish motives (which is fun), but I've never done this.

October

Halloween (30th): Halloween is nowhere near as big in Sweden as it is in the States. We just buy some lösgodis ("loose candy", where you can throw whatever kind of candy you want in a bag. See pictures). Trick or treat is so unusual in the town I grew up I've only ever had one kid ask for candy and when I celebrated Halloween with my grandparents (in a city not far from Stockholm), it was the same. I usually buy some candy and watch a horror movie, but that's about it.

However, Halloween is (again) a reason for teenagers and young adults to drink and party.

November

Alla Helgons Dag (All Saints' Day): Date varies, usually early November. It's a day to remember the dead and we usually light a candle at the grave yard.

December

Första Advent (First Advent): Date varies. Sunday four weeks from Christmas Eve. We mostly just light a candle, honestly. Then, each Sunday for the next four weeks, we light a candle. Here's actually the Crown Princess wishing Happy First Advent with her family! Unfortunately without English subtitles, but here's the translation: "Today is the First Advent. Advent means arrival and hope, something that feels extra important this year. (her husband lights the candle) We want to wish everyone a happy first advent!"

Andra Advent (Second Advent): date varies. We light the second candle.

Tredje Advent (Third Advent): date varies. We light the third candle.

Fjärde Advent (Fourth Advent): date varies. We light the fourth candle. In my family we usually decorate the tree this Sunday.

Julafton (Christmas Eve): Celebrated the 24th. YES, THE 24TH. Christmas Eve obviously varies from family to family, but there's a few things most people have in common. Usually, we get one gift in our sock (which hangs on our bedroom doors in my home, because we don't have a mantle) when we wake up. As kids me and my brother almost always got a movie or something to keep us busy until it was time to leave for our grandparents house.

For lunch we eat the Christmas dinner. It's the same damned food as our other holidays. Herring, meatballs, potatoes, sausages etc, but now, we also have julskinka (Christmas ham). Some people eat ham even for Easter, but we only really eat it for Christmas in my family. Obviously the food varies a little from season to season, but as a picky eater I always just eat potatoes, meatballs and ham.

At 3, Kalle Anka (Donald Duck) is on. Yeah, we watch the same damned stuff every year. It's tradition, alright? Anyway, Donald Duck lasts for an hour or so, and first you get to see Santa work in his workshop, then Disney characters wish you a Merry Christmas with scenes from their movies (original, I know). There's Lady and the Tramp, Donald Duck (obviously) and a million other things. Then there's also one or two trailers for movies Disney will release the coming year. I really couldn't be bothered to find everything on YouTube for you to watch, sorry!

After Donald Duck, we open the Christmas gifts in my family. Normally we just rip out gifts open lmao.

After opening the gifts, we usually eat a second time. This time it's time for porridge. Tomtegröt (Santa porridge) is sweet and often served with cinnamon. Usually, everyone is so stuffed at this point that you only eat because you "have" to eat porridge for Christmas (again, at least in my family).

The last thing we do in my family, is to get a puzzle out. My grandpa almost always gets a new puzzle for Christmas, so we'll put that on the dining table and work on it together until it's getting too late for us to stay.

The Royal Family usually release new pictures of the family for Christmas and wish everyone a Merry Christmas.

Day after Christmas: Not a collective pizza day! There's usually too much Christmas food left to be able to order pizza. Usually, we have Christmas food to eat for four-ish days after Christmas, and by then you're getting really tired of it.

Sometimes we watch something on television, but for the most part we just sit around and spend time together. I think the Crown Princess read something from the Bible this year? I'm not actually sure if the Royal Family go to the Christmas Service, but I don't think so.

Nyårsafton (New Year's Eve): last day of the year. We shoot fireworks, eat food and dessert and spend time with family. This day we normally eat something "fancy" or something you we don't usually eat.

At twelve, we go out to light some fireworks (or just watch fireworks). When that dies down, it's time for the cheese platter. My dad wants it, no one else ever eats from it, we still do it every single year because "it's not New Year's without it". When we've had the cheese platter, everyone go to sleep and that's that.

People obviously celebrate this differently, as well. It's not uncommon to go see your friends or have guests over, and some people party rather than have fancy dinner with their parents. I personally prefer spending time with my parents, because that's what New Year's is for me.

Some people give resolutions, but I think it's more common in the States.

Christmas Holiday Note: It's common for people to not work between Christmas and New Year's Eve where I'm from.

Some things you might want to know about the Swedish Royal Family and Sweden overall:

The Royal Family in Young Royals is not the real Royal Family (obviously).

The Royal Family usually spends time on Öland during the summers.

Chances are Wilhelm and his family live at Drottningholm Slott (Drottningholm Palace) and not Stockholm Slott (Stockholm Palace). Drottningholm is used as a home for the current King and Queen and is located west of Stockholm. However, the scenes where Wilhelm is home is shot at a palace called Stora Sundby Slott. I doubt Wilhelm and his family would live here if they were the actual Royal Family since it's used as a place for people to gather when they want to hunt for sport. However, if they truly live at Stora Sundby, it takes almost two hours to drive from Stockholm to the castle.

Bjärstad is AT LEAST two hours away from Stockholm.

Bjärstad to Stora Sundby Castle takes approximately an hour and a half by car, and between nine and twelve hours by bus. Which means these two boys can't just take a twenty minute bus to see each other.

Bjärstad to Drottningholm takes a little over two hours by car and four-ish hours by bus.

Bjärstad to Stockholm Slott takes over two hours by car and three and a half hours by bus.

Hillerska is shot at Kaggeholms Slott (Kaggeholm Palace), and is a hotel.

The age of consent in Sweden is 15, HOWEVER it's illegal to have sex with someone four or more years younger than you if you're not both over the age of 18. Let me illustrate: -Person A is 15 and Person B is 15. It's legal because both are 15. -Person A is 15 and Person B is 20. It's illegal, because there's a five year old gap between them. -Person A is 15 and Person B is 18. It's legal (but probably frowned upon), because they're both 15 or older and there's not a four year gap between them. -Person A is 18 and Person B is 30. It's legal, because both are 18 or older. Idk if this makes sense or if this is what it looks like anymore, but this is what it was like when I still went to school. Obviously people aren't going to run around and call you names if you happen to date someone four years younger than you (I know a girl who met a guy when she was 14 and he was over 20), but please, be mindful of this. Our age of consent doesn't give you a right to be weird and nasty to teenagers (yes, I'm talking about Edvin).

Also, the Royal Family have their own website, which you can find here. As far as I can see, there's more information on the Swedish page, but there's plenty translated to English. You can also read of the Swedish Royal Family and its history on the palaces's website, here.

All pictures have been taken straight from Google. I haven't used any sources, because this is shit I do every single year with my family. Feel free to correct me or add things you do, but keep it respectful, please!

Friendly reminder that I've simplified some parts of this to make sense, specifically the dates of the Advent celebrations.

If there's anything you don't understand or want more information on, you're welcome to contact me! I take pretty long to reply, but I'll definitely try to get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you!

[softboywriting]

Serendipity | Santiago “Pope” Garcia

Summary: He is everything you never wanted but you fell in love all the same. [Film: Triple Frontier] [tw for violence, gunfire, injury, age difference(?)] [fluff ending] 

Word Count: 2.1k

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You grew up telling yourself you would never fall for a military man, a police officer, any sort of authority. Their lives were too rough, too dangerous. You couldn't stand to get a call one day that your husband had been killed in the line of duty. Until you met Santiago Garcia.

Just over six months ago you moved to a small town outside of Sao Paulo, having tired of the city and the noise and corruption. Two of your friends have ended up in prison in the last year because of association with the wrong people. You want nothing to do with it.

You met Santiago while he was on a job and you got caught in the crossfire during a drug raid. It was late afternoon on a Friday and you were picking up some medicine at the pharmacy across from the apartment building where the raid was taking place. Your apartment building to be exact. This is the first time in six months you've been thrust back into the corruption you left the city because of. As soon as you heard the big black SUVs pull up, tearing across the dusty old roads, you knew exactly why they were there. Armed men and women were everywhere, blocking every entry and exit to the town square, cops and special forces flooded the street.

The pharmacy owner promptly walked around the counter, locked the door, and pulled the security cage closed and locked it too. He said something about how this was happening again and you were surprised. The area did not seem that troublesome, it's why you chose to move there. Honestly it does not surprise you though. You know there is a massive cartel that runs the city and outlying towns, but you thought this area was better, far enough away to be quiet and safe.

Minutes after the fleet of cars arrived you see a man in plain clothes, jeans, a khaki green shirt and a tactical vest. He walks toward the pharmacy, sunglasses up on his head. He is flanked by four men in police uniforms, all heavily armed. He looks through the window at you and the man behind the counter, giving a little nod. He is gorgeous, dark eyes, dark stubble, tan complexion and curly black hair. He's not the usual type of special agent you'd seen when you lived in the city. They were always older white men, angry and tired looking with the same ugly military haircut and white button down shirt.

You never got to ask the pharmacy owner what was going on, if he knew who the police were after. Because the next thing you knew gunfire was deafening you, the sound of glass shattering blocked out any thoughts aside from the ones telling you to run and hide. Guteral instinct told you to drop down, and move away from the windows.

You find yourself running up the stairs behind the pharmacy counter and kicking desperately at the door at the top until it swung inward. Inside is a living room, a small home belonging to the owner you assume. More glass shatters and you drop to the floor. Your arm is on fire, aching and burning. When you look at it, you've been grazed by a bullet, the skin open and bleeding but no hole. You curl up against the back of the couch in the center of the room and close your eyes.

Shouting and gunfire is all you hear for about two minutes. Then there is a loud boom like a bomb going off nearby. You look around as a heavy quiet fills the room. There isn't so much as a foot step to break the silence. After another minute or so ticks by you decide to move, to find something to help your arm because it is bleeding a lot and it hurts like a son of a bitch.

The bathroom is small and not very well cleaned but it's better than nothing. You turn on the water and grab a towel from a rack over the toilet. Heavy boot laden footsteps startle you and you turn to see the special agent from before standing in the bathroom doorway.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break into this place. I was scared." You drop the towel and put your hands up. "I'm sorry."

"You're alive...and bleeding." He steps in and offers his hand. You tentatively take it and he gently turns your arm to see the wound. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah it's just grazed it's fine. Why did you come in here?"

He picks up the towel and presses it to your arm. "I saw you through the window when I passed by. They were shattered when I came back and the police went to storm the apartment building. I came to check on you and the clerk since things kicked off very fast, I knew there wasn't not enough time for you to take cover."

"Oh."

"You did the right thing." He opens the medicine cabinet over the sink and digs around in it. "The clerk was caught in the crossfire, he didn't make it."

"Oh God."

"There's nothing in here to use....you'd think a pharmacist would be better stocked. I can get a medic to look at you." He releases your arm and you hold the towel against it. "Follow me."

You follow after him and stop at the top of the stairs. Why is he helping you? What does he gain from this? Shouldn't he be in there with the police?

"What's your name?"

"You can call me Pope."

"Are you a special agent?"

Pope looks back at you on the stairs and raises his eyebrows. "You're a curious one."

You narrow your eyes. "Yes or no?"

"Do you always talk back to authorities?"

"Do you always come after people caught in the crossfire of your missions?"

"Don't say it like I'm arresting you." He steps back up the stairs and looks at you pointedly. "I came to check because I saw you before everything started and I saw the windows were shattered like I said. Should I have left you to bleed alone?"

You look away and he clears his throat. "No. Thank you, I guess."

"You're stubborn."

You glare at him and he chuckles. "Can we get to this medic you supposedly are taking me to? This hurts."

"Yes, come on. We'll get you patched up."

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One thing leads to another, and you and Santiago end up at the same bar chatting hours after the raid.  A few drinks lead to going home together, and that leads to seeing each other again and again and again. He is everything you never wanted and yet, you cannot get enough of him. His touch, his voice, his smile. He lures you in effortlessly and you take the bait every time. He tells you how he's trying to clean up the country, to release it from the grasp the cartels have upon it. You're infatuated with his work, his dedication and love for the people. He's a good man with a good soul and you find yourself falling in love so easily.

It's been a year and half that you have been together. There are things you know, things you wish you didn't know, and things you don't want to know about him. He has never hidden anything, he has always been an open book with you and you have been the same to him. Honesty and trust are the core building blocks in the relationship you started together.

There is one thing you have hesitated to ask. His age. It must seem silly, that such a normal thing to share hasn't come up, but truly it has not. When you think about it, falling in love with someone and not knowing that information changes things. It allows for a relationship without hindrance toward a preconceived notion of what a person of a particular age should do or say. You know rationally he can't be that much older, you've got much of the same music taste and the same sense of humor. You just have not asked and he has not mentioned it.

In all honesty you are not sure if you don't want to know because you know he's much older than you think and you'll feel uncomfortable, or if you just don't want a preconceived idea of him that your mind will inevitably create the moment you know. But it's time, you have decided that no matter what you find out, you will not be any less in love with him. You want to take him to meet your grandmother soon and she will definitely say something since he does look a bit older than you. Grandma never holds back when it comes to you and men.

So here you are Christmas morning in his apartment, laying together as the sun rises. You're both early risers, so it's no surprise that today is no different. "Santiago? Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, always."

"How old are you?"

He hums. "I wondered when you'd ask that. Why are you curious now? You're into older men aren't you?" He rolls onto his side and you turn to face him. "You get off on it right?"

"Santiago!"

He laughs and you shove him. "I'm teasing you. But I'm curious too. What's your guess?"

"Well, you've got a little gray." You run a hand over his curls, sinking your fingers into his thick hair and giving a gentle scratch. "And you've got lines outside your eyes when you smile, but that doesn't always come with age. You have had a rough life so you could seem older than you are...hmm."

"Mmmhmm. Your guess?"

"Thirty seven."

He smiles and kisses your nose. "So close."

"Up or down?"

"Mmm just keep guessing."

"Santiago, you're playing with me." You twist your finger around the thin gold chain on his neck. He covers your hand with his and curls his fingers around yours. "Can I have a hint?"

He shakes his head.

"Are you....fifty?"

"Ouch. That is not close to thirty seven, that hurts. Do I look that old?"

"Well you won't give me any clues!"

Santiago rolls on top of you and holds himself up, forearms on the pillow bracketing your head. "I'm thirty nine."

"Turning or?"

"I'll be forty on my birthday next month."

You close your eyes and laugh softly. "My grandma is never going to let me live this down."

"Why?"

"Because I'm only thirty. You're a solid decade older than me. I've told her my typical type and you're so not it."

He leans in and kisses you softly. "Do you love me any less? Am I too old for you now?"

You smile playfully, teasing him. "No, well, maybe. I used to say my limit was five years older."

"Until you met me." He grins and kisses you again. "I broke all your rules. You like me, you like my-"

"Oh shut it." You cover his mouth and he licks your hand. "Hey!"

He rolls his hips down against you and you shudder. "We should get up and open gifts."

"What? You got me something?"

"Of course."

"I thought we said no gifts."

"No, I said don't get me a gift. Everyday with you is my gift." He kisses along your throat and down your chest. "You're more than I could ever want for."

"Santiago...I didn't get you anything. Did you really get me something?"

He hums against your skin. "I did."

You arch against him as he shifts and it pulls the blankets away, making you cold. "That's not fair."

"It is." He crawls forward, covering you with his body and supporting himself on his forearms again. He reaches under his pillow and brings out a square box that he sets on your chest. "It's nothing too big."

You look down at the little gold lidded box. "Wh- no."

"Open it."

"I swear to God." You take it and open it, turning it over in your hand. Out falls a little delicate ring with eight stones in a tiara like shape.

"Are you ready for the big gift?"

You look up at him and he grins like a fool. "This is a big g-"

"I want to give you my last name." He bumps his nose against yours. "Will you marry me?"

"O-oh. Yes, I'll take it. I mean- yes of course I'll marry you!" You slide the ring on your finger and he presses a kiss to your lips. You bring your hands up and grip his back in a crushing hug. Never did you think you would fall in love with a man who is everything you thought you never wanted. But here you are, and you wouldn't choose anyone else.

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[cecilspeaks]

153 - The Heist, part 1

Constellations are fan art depicting ancient gods.   Welcome to Night Vale.

I’ve said many times that science is neat. But sometimes it is also messy. Carlos converted one of our guest rooms into a laboratory so he can spend more time at home and get some needed renovations done on his laboratory downtown. Which seemed like a great idea, until I realized that it’s impossible to contain chemical odors and stains from getting all over the rest of the house. Not only did acid eat through our new Egyptian-tiled backsplash, but also a petri dish grew feet and walked outside, only to walk back inside tracking mud all over my new handwoven Svitzian rug. The last straw was when Carlos stained all of his shirt sleeves, not to mention his hands and, somehow, even the (cords) countertops a dull green, which completely threw off my kitchen color palette. I told Carlos he had to stop, but he insisted he had made a major breakthrough in his doorless fridge invention. “Cecil, this is so exciting,” he said, bouncing up and down like a child who wants a toy or needs to pee. “The problem with refrigerators is the door. In order to put food in or take food out, you have to open the door, and that’s totally  bad because it lets all the cool air out, raising the temperature of the other food inside. I told him that’s not that big of a problem, but his face darkened and he said, “Baking is an exact science, Cecil. If the butter is off my a couple of degrees, my croissants are ruined.”

I understood, but I asked that he find another place to conduct that particular experiment. He’s turning everything in our home a dull green, including his own skin. Fortunately, my sister Abby and her husband Steve Carlsberg just bought a new house. Ever since his promotion to vice president of the Last Bank of Night Vale, Steve has been saving up to buy a larger home for his family, one with a yard for dogs, no stairs and wider doors for his daughter Janice’s wheelchair, and even his own man cave, where he can raise bats and cultivate rare crystals. And they finally closed on their dream home this summer. They bought Janice a car too, complete with accessible hand controls, a state of the art sound system, and a moon roof that closes automatically at night so you never have to see that awful moon. Anyway, there is also a giant empty storage shed out back of their new home, and Steve and Abby told Carlos he can work in the shed until his laboratory downtown is ready to use again. So far, it sounds like everything is working out fine for Carlos, although he did accidentally leave a large green handprint on Janice’s new car. The good news is, she thought it looked really cool, so she decided to leave it.

Listeners, I’m getting word that there’s a robbery taking place in downtown Night Vale. Three people have entered the Last Bank of Night Vale and are demanding money from the tellers. The robbers are wearing masks of former US presidents Richard Nixon, William Henry Harrison, and Emma Goldman. The Sheriff’s Secret Police, as well as the Sheriff’s Overt Police, are on the scene but the perpetrators have begun to take hostages and the police are trying to negotiate. The robbers have not stated any demands yet, so the police are left to guess what they want. One officer suggested giving them a million dollars, which was (-) [0:05:52] accepted by the fellow officers as a great idea. Because, while human lives cannot be distilled down to a monetary value, a million dollars is pretty cool. But this idea was shot down by Sheriff Sam, who pointed out that the department does not have a million dollars. “What if we got them a puppy?” another officer offered up. “My basset just had a litter and I thought we’d be able to sell them, but it’s definitely a buyer’s market out there for hounds,” the officer continued. “Anyway I’ve got a brown one with white spots and two white ones with brown stops. I’ve named the Chutney, Footstool and Bob Ross. Footstool is the runt, let’s give them Footstool.” “We’re not giving them puppies,” Sheriff Sam shouted. “Oo, what about an Applebee’s gift card?” another officer said. “Worth a million dollars.” “Or a coupon book for free favors,” another said, “like repainting the guest room or raking leaves or – oh, wait, we’re the police right? A free crime day! They, they could use that coupon today, and we don’t have to arrest them and file all the paperwork, and the hostages get to go free. We could even have a coupon for a 15 minute backrub.”

All of the officers clapped for this idea, not just a win-win but a win-win-win, for the hostages, the robbers and the police. All except Sheriff Sam, who silenced them all with a loud whistle. More like a pan flute, really. It’s an enchanted whistle that causes vocal cords to stop working. “We are police,” the Sheriff scolded. “It is clearly stated in our oath of office to never give backrubs to bank robbers.” They then set to work trying to devise a plan to stop the robbery and free the hostages in the bank. Oh dear. Uh, listeners, I was just talking about my brother-in-law Steve, and here comes this terrible news. Um, I have no further information about Steve’s condition right now, nor the other citizens who are being held at gunpoint inside the bank. I will update you as events progress.

In the meantime, let’s go to sports. The Night Vale high school Scorpions opened their season this Friday against the Whispering Forest Wood Dogs. Scorpion’s head coach Latrice Beaumont said this will be a tough match up. The Wood Dogs, a team entirely comprised of trees, are roundly regarded as one of the toughest defenses in the state, with their tactic of whispering compliments to opposing players, until those players themselves turn into trees. Last season, Whispering Forest dealt to Night Vale its only loss, as nine of the Scorpions starting offensive players, including quarterback Junius Duncan, were won over by the Wood Dogs’ pleasant cooing. By the end of the game, the field was covered in trees, many of them former Night Vale high school student athletes. And Whispering Forest snuck out with a 3-to nothing win on the late field goal, that was somehow kicked by a tree. Coach Beaumont says she plans to give her players ear plugs to help dampen the whispers from the Wood Dogs’ defense. She also has uglied up the Scorpions’ uniforms adding mustard yellow and hot pink argyle atop the dark purple jerseys, hoping that the arborial defenders will find little good to say. The Scorpions are starting a new quarterback this season, sophomore (phenome) [0:09:20] Julie Dobbs, who won the job because of her prophetic dreams. Her slumbering subconscious is able to see the future, most notably other teams’ defensive strategies. She also uses her dream journals to develop a nearly unstoppable offensive game plan. She also owns her own football, which was a huge plus for the coaches. Good luck this weekend, Scorpions! We’re pulling for you.

I now have the names of the hostages being hold at the Last Bank of Night Vale. Jesse McNeil, a security guard who has worked at the bank for nearly 50 years, oh Jesse. What a sweet old man. He says hi to me every time I go there, always has a smile and a compliment. Why, just the other day he said to me, “Heard you on the radio, Cecil, and I was beaming with pride.” Another hostage, bank teller Genevieve Daly, who started at the bank this week. Oh Genevieve, what a tough break. Just now that we’re pulling for you. Bank customer and dinosaur expert Joel Isenberg. Oh Joel, I know Joel! He’s such a smart guy. And the last of the hostages: staff supervisor of the bank, Susan Willman. OK well, tough.

Unfortunately, after several grueling minutes, negotiations between the sheriff and the robbers have broken down. So the police have decided that the only way to break the stalemate is with physical force. While this makes sense in chess, I don’t know if this is such a good idea for hostage negotiations, listeners. But the police have advanced into the building to engage the thieves directly.

Witnesses reported hearing several gunshots, but they said the noises could also be fireworks, part of the day long celebration of Lee Marvin’s 31st birthday, which was back in June. Oh. Happy late birthday, Mr. Marvin. You don’t look a day over 30.

We cannot see inside the bank and no one has emerged yet. I will have to report back later as soon as I have – oh no wait, wait. I’ve been told that the bank is on fire now. The west wall of the bank is engulfed in flames and the Night Vale fire department is already on the scene. They are shouting at the fire to stop being such a nuisance, but the fire does not appear to be listening.

Oh, this isn’t good. And even more frightening for me, I did not see Steve Carlsber’s name on the list of hostages. Abby told me he was at work today, but why was he not taken hostage? I can only hope he had gone to lunch when the robbery began. Steve, if you hear this and you’re at lunch, don’t go back to work, it’s on fire. I feel so powerless. All I can do is hope And bring you the weather.

[My Friend” by Dominique Chantel Worthing with Barrett Ward, https://soundcloud.com/dominique-worthing ]

First, the good news. The hostages have been freed. Inside the bank, the police drew their weapons on the robbers, but could not get off a clean shot because of the hostages blocking their line of fire. The robbers fired back, forcing the police to retreat behind a Coinstar machine and a full sized promotional cardboard cutout featuring a hooded man, his jagged smile just barely visible in shadow, holding a raw slab of red meat with the bold tex below him reading: “Great mortgage rates are inside of you”. But the second wave of officers blocked the thieves’ escape from the front entrance. Then, and Sheriff Sam did not see how this happened, but a fire began in the bank lobby. It spread quickly and the room filled with smoke. In the confusion, the hostages broke free from their captors and the robbers ran from the police. Fire engines sprayed water and broadcasted loud admonishments at the fire to knock it off already.

Susan, Joel, Genevieve and Jesse ran out into the street covering their faces, choking on the black air. As Jesse emerged, his 75-year-old body was knocked backwards by one of he fire engines’ hoses. Jesse was soak head to foot. The firefighters apologized, but Jesse merely brushed himself off and then generously complimented their work by saying, “I see you’re fighting a fire.” What a gentleman. The three perpetrators of the bank robbery also fled through the front of the building, but the police quickly halted and arrested them. As the fire finally subsided, amidst the damp charred masonry and broken glass, came another figure. Steve Carlsberg emerged from the bank, sweating and limping, but safe. An ambulance arrived to take the survivors to the hospital, but they all declined, except Steve who had a broken foot and gladly took the EMTs up on their offer. The bank robbers were transported to the abandoned mine shaft outside of town for questioning. It’s an open and shut case. The bad people lose and the good people win, and every single person, even the people who own Applebee’s, is glad no one had to purchase a one million dollar Applebee’s gift card. My brother-in-law is safe, as are his employees and customers. No one died and not a single dollar was taken from the bank registers at the front counter, nor the ATMs, nor the Coinstar. Even the fire didn’t damage those bills.

That was the good news. The bad news: as the police did a final sweep of the bank, searching for anyone else inside, whether they be customers or criminals, they reached the bank’s vault in the back of the building. Before he left the hospital, the police asked Steve Carlsberg to open the vault for them. “We’re sure everything’s fine, “they said. “It’s routine in a bank robbery,” they said. “I understand,” Steve said. He opened the vault, they looked inside, and they saw nothing. Millions of dollars in bills and gold were gone. Sheriff Sam said there’s a conspiracy here, and they’re going to really put the screws to the people they arrested. “No HBO until they explain where the money from the vault,” the Sheriff declared. And that’s a big deal, because a black lady’s sketch show just premiered last month and is crazy good. The Sheriff said they have no clues yet as to where the money in the vault went, but they did discover the robbers’ names are Richard, William, and Emma. Which is interesting because those are the names of the presidents whose masks they wore. “I don’t think that’s a coincidence,” the Sheriff said confidently. The bank lost a great deal of money today and some innocent people lost their sense of comfort, but we are all still alive. At least those in this story are, and I’m so happy to know my brother-in-law is safe, as are Jesse and Joel and Genevieve, whom I’ve never even met. I’m glad those specific people are OK as well as anyone else who was taken hostage today.

Stay tuned next for an unedited recording from two years ago of you talking to a kitten. You sound ridiculous.

Good night, Night Vale, Good night.

Today’s proverb: Don’t go writing metaphors. Please stick to the similes and literal descriptions that you’re used to.

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Giving Birth During the Pandemic, Calif. Wildfire Evacuation

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Giving Birth During the Pandemic, Calif. Wildfire Evacuation

Illustration: by Lucy Jones

Smoke plumes over the parched hillside as we load up our two cars for our first wildfire evacuation: passports and a few bags, one neurotic pit bull and six very disgruntled barn cats. At the last minute, we toss in some baby essentials (car seat, co-sleeper) — but surely, surely we’ll be back home before we need them. Nearby, two wild turkeys peck at the new fire break, unperturbed by the human frenzy, the gathering of domestic animals, the churning of fields.

It’s August 2020. And I am 36 weeks pregnant.

A week earlier, we’d been counting our blessings — the sort of feel-good California nonsense that ran contrary to every fiber of my jaded New Yorker soul. But on that deceptively bright afternoon, I’d indulged. First on the list was our home: my husband’s family ranch in the Santa Cruz mountains where we’d moved from Brooklyn three years before.

Like so many “classic” journeys West, ours had begun in a quixotic vein. On paper, it was a job offer for my then-boyfriend, now-husband, but the impulse ran deeper than that. We were both fed up with New York for the reasons 30-something artists often are: a growing disillusionment with our respective industries; the churn of yuppification driving our friends from the neighborhoods they themselves had gentrified not long ago; the pervasive sense that there’s always someone younger than you dying to do the same thing for less. And so, we wanted to embark on a new adventure together, something utterly different — and what could be more different than trading cramped city living for bucolic rolling hills? The ranch itself held an almost mythic status for my husband. It was the childhood kingdom where he once visited his uncle and grandmother and played out his Tolkien fantasies; the steady rock of home after his parents got divorced.

But, it turns out, we’d come to California in the end times. The apocalypse grew starker the farther west we drove. When we passed through Montana, the big sky clogged with smoke as fields burned alongside the highway. As we wound down the Oregon coast, the heat sizzled. We reached the ranch on the hottest day in San Francisco history. We drove down to the beach to escape the heat—only to find a small brush fire blocking our path. The Bay Area of my husband’s childhood was in its death throes. Destroyed by tech bros and venture capitalists and, most irrevocably, by climate change. Since our arrival, the Golden State has seen its population decline for the first time on record.

Living out in all that damn nature — a 25-minute drive from just about anything — felt claustrophobic. I missed home. I yearned to hop on the subway. Trade gossip with the self-proclaimed mayor of my block. Stumble home and stop, shame-faced, at the corner bodega for a bag of expired Goldfish crackers. Engage with that pulsing, beating, bleating hum of humanity that is New York City.

But there’s nothing like a global pandemic to make you see the value of wide-open spaces. To find the beauty in sunburnt grasses. To see the hills dotted with live oaks not as yellow but as gold. To watch the fog unfurl like dragon smoke and think — this, perhaps this can be enough.

The second blessing we’d been fool enough to name was my “easy” pregnancy. I’d been 15 weeks pregnant when COVID-19 shut down the state. My in-person appointments migrated to video. I purchased a scale and a blood-pressure cuff; I dutifully reported the results every month. By and large, I felt pretty good. Healthy. But this fiction, too, was about to go up in flames. The temperatures soared, the barn cats’ fur crackled, my feet ballooned.

The morning of our evacuation, I have my first in-person OB/GYN appointment in months. By this point, I’m accustomed to the realities of a pandemic pregnancy. The strange disconnect when I talk to anyone who gave birth before COVID-19, who never worried if their partner would be allowed into the delivery room, or Googled “will the hospital separate me from my newborn if I test positive for COVID?” In the empty waiting room, the “don’t sit here” printouts have vanished along with the chairs that accompanied them. The pandemic has dragged on for five months, and the furniture has adjusted itself accordingly.

The doctor gives me bad news — the baby is in breech. The hard, round protrusion jutting beneath my rib cage is, indeed, the baby’s head, not his rump as I’ve been trying to convince myself for weeks. We schedule a version— a procedure where a doctor tries to turn the baby right-side down — for the following Friday.

Who was I to think that my body wouldn’t betray me?

There’s something else, too. My blood pressure clocks in at 151 over 97. The chatty nurse grows quiet. She looks at me, then back at the reading. She asks if I was rushing to get here. If I suffer from white-coat syndrome. With the cocky self-assurance of a person young enough and lucky enough to believe that their body won’t betray them, I tell the nurse I’m stressed. We’re under evacuation warning. By the time she straps the cuff back on after the appointment, my blood pressure has returned to normal.

Preeclampsia, the dangerous and maddeningly enigmatic condition that my high blood pressure augurs, has plagued (wo)mankind since the dawn of history. Back in the fifth century B.C.E., Hippocrates blamed it, along with so many other lady ailments, on the wandering womb. In the intervening two and a half millennia, doctors haven’t figured out the cause. The prevailing theory is that the problem starts in the placenta, the organ that nurtures the fetus in the womb: In women with preeclampsia, the blood vessels that form to deliver oxygen to the placenta are too narrow. In its efforts to feed the growing baby, the body kicks into overdrive. Your blood pressure skyrockets; your kidneys falter; your liver might fail. In the worst cases, the “pre” vanishes and you “progress” to eclampsia — seizures which can be deadly to both mom and baby.

Preeclampsia is characterized by a list of associations that often border on patient-shaming: risk factors include poor diet, obesity, diabetes, and chronic hypertension. For complex reasons that likely involve structural racism, unconscious bias, and biological weathering, Black women in America develop and die from preeclampsia at significantly higher rates than white women do.

Returning, then, to my certainty that I am perfectly well, high blood pressure or no, thankyouverymuch. We could call it denial. We could also call it a particular cocktail of white, able-bodied, and socioeconomic privilege. After all, none of those risk factors applied to me.

Days later, as another nurse lines my hospital bed with bumper pads to protect me in case of seizure, I’ll wonder at my arrogance. Just two years earlier, my older sister dropped dead at 35. Who was I to think that my body wouldn’t betray me?

Almost exactly nine months after we first arrived in California, my sister Julia died, both suddenly and predictably. She was 35 and, by most outward metrics, in good health. But, as hard as she fought, she’d been gripped by both depression and alcoholism for over a decade.

In the months after Julia dies, wildfires flame up and down the state. Eight-five people perish as Paradise is razed to the ground. I try to work on my new novel, a cli-fi dystopia that offers little escape. I spend a lot of time sitting in a large wooden crate, socializing a litter of barn kittens. Sometimes, I meet Julia’s college roommate, Casey, in San Francisco. We go to coffee shops that are both like and unlike the ones I missed in Brooklyn. Places where using the bathroom requires an app and a QR code. The world is literally on fire, and this is what Silicon Valley innovation has to offer: the monetization of what should be public goods. Over burritos and tears, Casey tells me stories about her toddler son. Funny words that he’d string together, and how when she says they can’t go outside, he knows to respond: “Too smoky?”

The decision to have children has always struck me as an essentially selfish one: You choose, out of a desire for fulfillment or self-betterment or curiosity or boredom or baby-mania or peer pressure, to bring a new human into this world. And it has never seemed more selfish than today. From a global perspective, having a child in a developed nation is among the most environmentally unsound decisions you can make — a baby born in the United States adds another 58.6 tons of carbon to the atmosphere per year. (That wipes out the net positives of my 25 years of vegetarianism in roughly three months). On the individual level, as fires rage and hurricanes form, as water grows scarce and fields lie fallow, it’s hard not to wonder: What kind of future can we offer a child?

And yet. On some level we still believe that a baby, our baby, will bring the world, our world, so much more than his carbon footprint. On another, we believe, like so many before us, that a baby can be the only balm after a loss. That it will transform me from a bereaved sister to something new and alien: a mother.

The day we evacuate, in that now-annual tradition among Western states, Gavin Newsom declares a state of emergency. The fire that we’re fleeing is the smaller of two mammoth blazes threatening the state. A CalFire spokeswoman on TV advises that all citizens should be “ready to go” in case of wildfires. “Residents have to have their bags packed up with your nose facing out your driveway so you can leave quickly.”

We joke about how absurd it is that every single Californian should be living in a perpetual state of emergency preparedness. It isn’t funny.

The truth is that we’re the lucky ones. We won’t be sleeping in our cars outside Half Moon Bay High School, hoping that the Red Cross can find us a hotel room. We have a safe place to go that will accept us and our veritable menagerie in the middle of a pandemic. My in-laws live an hour’s drive away. And for once we’re grateful they’re on the far side of Santa Cruz.

On the individual level, as fires rage and hurricanes form, as water grows scarce and fields lie fallow, it’s hard not to wonder: What kind of future can we offer a child?

So we settle into our cushy evacuation digs. I check Twitter for updates on the fire lines. I lie upside down on a propped-up ironing board to encourage the baby to flip. I dutifully record my blood pressure twice a day. When I go into a local lab on Monday, I pass a woman around my age. Her hair mussed; her clothes rumpled. I overhear her tell the security guard that she is evacuated from Boulder Creek. Her house has already burned down.

The call comes late that afternoon. We’ve gone for a walk on the beach to distract ourselves. A brisk ocean breeze keeps the smoke at bay.

The OB tells me that I need to go to the hospital in two days and that I should be prepared to deliver. Depending on whether they can flip the baby, they will either induce labor or perform a C-section.

I press my hand against my stomach, cupping what I now know is my son’s head. I dig my heels into the sand. I know with every fiber of my being that this child is not ready to be born. He has literally put his foot down. Wildfire evacuations? Smoke-clogged skies over the Bay? A global pandemic? Nah, thanks, Ma. I’ll stay inside.

Something primal stirs. A desperate need to protect this child — from the world, from the climate, from the overreach of litigation-fearing American doctors. This baby, I am convinced, does not want to come out. He needs a few more weeks inside. My lab work hasn’t even come back yet. Two high blood pressure readings? From a person evacuated from wildfires during a pandemic? And I feel fine.

So, for the first time in my life, I argue with a doctor, first patiently, then furiously. I tell her that I cannot possibly give birth in two days. That we’re evacuated. That we might not have a home to return to. That, as freelancers, we both lost a lot of work during the pandemic. That my husband, whose industry has been completely upended, has an enormous gig with a new client. That I can’t imagine waiting until Friday can make any difference. The doctor takes out the cudgel: “You need to stop worrying about money and start worrying about your baby.”

It is the first time anyone has pulled the “bad mother” card on me, though I’m sure it won’t be the last. I sputter. I am livid. I tell her we’ll be there.

Things at the hospital go well until they don’t. The baby flips; the cheerful dry-erase board is decorated with a beaming sun, the names of the on-duty nurse and physician, and the words “Preeclampsia: Mild.” The next morning, my blood pressure soars, and “mild” is replaced with “severe.” The blood-pressure cuff is now accompanied by a catheter and an IV that pumps me up with magnesium to reduce the risk of seizure. The bumper pads are up now, too.

The hospital, the beeping machines monitoring my vital signs, the proliferating IVs, it all reminds me too much of Julia. The three days I sat at her hospital bed — holding her hand, reading Redwall to her, so sure that she could hear me, that the stories we shared in childhood might somehow draw her back. So sure that she would pull out of her coma, that one day we would make macabre jokes about her hospital stay. That she wouldn’t die. That our story couldn’t end that way.

But here, in this hospital, the wool has lifted from my eyes. I now know how these stories end. And I am sure that one of us isn’t going to survive. It takes the last bit of my resolve not to tell my husband, in a fit of melodrama, to save the baby if the doctors have to choose. (In later, clearer moments, I realize that medicine doesn’t work that way. But in the throes of magnesium-laced labor, the brain latches to the cinematic.)

So much of what could go wrong does: The baby crowns but every time I push his heart rate drops. We try three more times with a suction cup fused to his head, the pediatrician’s eyes glued to the heart monitor, periodically shouting for me to stop pushing so a nurse can press the baby back inside and massage his heart rate up again. At some point, a switch is flipped, alarms blare: an emergency C-section. I’m rushed down the corridors amid flashing lights to the operating table. My husband abandoned in a delivery room awash in blood. Someone shouts back, “We’ll come back for you if we can.”

My son is wrenched from my seizing uterus — weak from the magnesium and letting out only the smallest cry. He is rushed to the NICU for oxygen and observation. But he lives. We live. And, in the end, we get to go home.

The night that Jude is born, our evacuation order is lifted. The fires that burn parts of Bonny Doon and Boulder Creek never reach the ranch. We are so very lucky. Even though I doubt that luck can last.

Although that future still terrifies me and part of me wants to disengage, to say “Let it burn” and “Fuck you” to all that, I can’t. I don’t have that luxury.

After the dust has settled, my father — my somehow still optimistic, boomer father — keeps talking about how crazy it will be for Jude to learn about the day he was born, in a pandemic while evacuated for wildfires. And all I can think is how much I wish Jude might grow up in a world where the summer of 2020 sounds aberrational. I suspect he won’t. As I write this, fires descend on Lake Tahoe, defying all efforts of containment, and Hurricane Ida has devastated the Gulf Coast. Headlines blare about “extreme” weather, and I wonder when the newspapers will lose the word “extreme.”

I know that the world in which Jude grows up will be plagued by more and more environmental disasters. That cataclysmic changes to the climate will exacerbate the other inequities we face as a nation and a planet. That we are living in a real way on borrowed time, under the shadow of carbon that’s already been released as more fossil fuel continues to burn and burn and burn.

Although that future still terrifies me and part of me wants to disengage, to say “Let it burn” and “Fuck you” to all that, I can’t. I don’t have that luxury. I have no choice but to believe that the future — troubled as it will be, stripped as it will be of my biting, brilliant sister — is still worth living in and fighting for. To believe not just in destruction, not just in accruing loss after loss after loss, but in counting blessings. Finding those small moments of joy. The smile on Jude’s face as he bashes his mouth into my cheek. “Boop,” I say as I tap his nose. The same sound Julia used to make when I tapped hers.

This isn’t the ending that I’m looking for. And it isn’t just an ending either. It’s a beginning, too. An often frightening one. And, for now, that has to be good enough.

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For the ones with senseless rage

This is going to be a tough one for more than a few reasons. One: being so irrationally angry that your head hurts, your jaw clenches and crimson laces the edges of your vision doesn’t make sense. I have no explanation for my feelings. Two: there’s a lot of backstory to the psychological damage displayed in this post about the last day and a half. And three, which is probably the worst part about it, is that this post has the potential to hurt the feelings of people i really DO appreciate and value. However, i said i would tell my stories no matter how hurtful they are, no matter how awful they make me look and no matter how hard they are to explain because there are other people out in the world who feel like this that need to know they’re not alone and there are people who don’t understand who NEED to for the sake of someone they may care about. So to anyone reading this that may be hurt by what I’m about to say, I’m truly sorry, and i want you to know that my psychosis and awful mindset is NOT your fault, it is my own.

So today was an angry day. For everyone who is normal an angry day might mean you slept through your alarm, stubbed your toe on the doorframe, forgot your lunch, got to work late and got slapped with a ticket foe forgetting your seatbelt on your way home. That’s a shitty day and makes for a shitty mood. Maybe you just didn’t get enough sleep and you’re a bit crabby. Maybe there’s no real reason other than it’s Monday and you’re more grouchy than usual. That is NOT what an angry day is for someone with Bipolar.

An angry day is when you wake up early feeling well rested, grab yourself a breakfast bar and a delicious cappuchino, perform well at work, do your makeup perfectly, and you still want to flay the daylights out of everyone around you. It’s when, completely and utterly without provocation, you feel like being as mean as possible to anyone and everyone you can simply because it feels good. It is when your jaw clenches so hard that a tension headache like a vice grips your temples and causes your vision to swim. It is when you don’t care about anything at all, when you feel oxygen pressing in on you like a steel barred cage, when the slightest provocation sears like acid in the pit of your chest.

There was no reason i felt this way yesterday. A few people asked why I was so pissed, and I can always tell that they don’t understand. Their reaction is utter confusion and slight discomfort when I tell them that there’s no reason I’m wound like a bomb in a spring, lashing out like a cat o nine tails in a tornado on everyone within reach. It is the only time i can deal with panic, when I’m trapped inside myself, pacing like an animal in a cage of molten fury. Instead of frightening me the anxiety makes me pace faster. On days like this, the only emotion I am capable of feeling is anger.

Of course it was a Friday, the one day I don’t see my home for at least twelve hours because I have to drive an hour away to pick up my step daughter and come back. There’s no gas in my tank but that certainly adds some to the fire. On top of that, we have to swing by my boyfriend Jace’s grandparents’ house so they can give Ariel, my stepdaughter, birthday presents that are three weeks overdue. Joy.

I owe an explanation. I hate going out and socializing. I used to be a social butterfly but eventually it just stopped. I don’t know whether it was due to my sudden revelation that people have a great tendency to pretend they like me or because of my abusive ex boyfriend that loathed me leaving the house, or maybe it’s just because I’m so tired of superfluous social interation that I’d rather be in my own company. On a day like today especially, I did not want to make a side trip.

Now let me say this: Jace’s grandparents are wonderful people. Gram, if you’re reading this, I’m so sorry if what I’m about to say hurts you in any way, and I want you to know that none of this is because i don’t enjoy you, your husband or your great hospitality. As I mentioned in some of my other posts, my extended family resented me as much as you could resent the horribly behaved adopted child of her already black sheep mother. They are high class, porsche and mercedes driving, six figure making New Jersey socialites. Everyone finishes and excels in college. Everyone gets a phenominal job. Everyone drinks sherry and gossips about the fact that Cousin Jane’s Versaci handbag is a clear fake. My mother, who ended up as a postal worker and my father, who never finished middle school because he dropped out to work on a farm for his parents, were so far from the family standard and it was clear. Add me to the mix and the only way we could be more unwelcome would be if we slathered our naked bodies with feces and showed up uninvited. The only time I saw them was on very special occasions. Nobody wanted the poor mannered, misbehaved adopted child at any family functions. I was NEVER welcome to spend the night unattended at anyone’s house. Because of this, extended family makes me uncomfortable. Hence why going to Jace’s grandparents’ house gives me anxiety like no other. The only time my extended family finally accepted me was when they put me on Vyvanse (which is exactly like Adderall) in high school, i went from being chubby to having a perfect figure, i was excelling at piano and violin and i could bite my tongue with the best of them. With Vyvanse the emotions went away. I was perfectly behaved, I was cunning, I could gossip, I fit in. I was finally the model of the Lombardi name. I was welcome at every party. I was complimented on how much I’d matured and trimmed up. I even got invited to go to my aunt and uncle’s timeshare in florida with them for an entire week. I was accepted. But it was all a lie, it was the medication, not me, but I lived for it. I was a perfect robot child.

I know how to deal with a family built on possessions and image, I know how to blend using thinly veiled insults and transparent smiles. I do not, however, know how to deal with a normal extended family.

That being said, I dread visits. Not because I dislike Jace’s grandparents. I like them very much and they have been nothing but kind to me. But because I’m crazy and abnormal.

But even on this day of fire and brimstone I can deal with a quick 20 minute “here are your presents bye” kind of deal. Until I realise that more people are here. Jace’s cousin and her year old child, to be exact. And not just any toddler (which, as we all know, I loathe babies and small children as it is) but a fussy one who’s just gotten shots and won’t stop whining and crying. Let me say again that I have nothing against Jace's cousin or her family. Again, she has been nothing but nice to me. I don’t know why I can’t stand babies (attention? me being told i would make a horrible mother so i avoid catching baby fever? the fact that i essentially helped raise my ex boyfriend’s roommates newborn for a year and never saw her again? Who knows), I just can’t. So when you combine an extended family visit, loud baby, and now a giant hour long birthday cake, presents and pictures fiasco to my pounding head and springtrap rage, I was losing my cool. I stood in the corner trying to look as normal as possible, gritting my teeth and shooting venemous glares at my boyfriend the entire time. I was a horrible guest. I refused cake. I refused candy. I forced out Happy Birthday and I could not wait to leave. I resented Jace far more than he deserved for my own brain, which turned what could have been a great day and pleasant gathering into a swelling nightmare in my ribcage. By the time we got home I’d lashed out at him more than enough, I don’t blame him for being fed up. When he called me out on my shit, I clammed up. When he explained himself I gave a lackluster apology.

I went for a walk to clear my head as soon as we returned with not a single word avout where i was going. It’s not Newark New Jersey but the area where I live isn’t the safest place in the world for a young woman to walk the strets at night, even if she is filled with a rage that would cause her to mercilessly beat anyone who antagonized her. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t help. I returned home and spurned all of Jace’s attempts at comfort. I glared at him when he said not to worry about cleaning, snapped at him when he told me to lay down and relax, and physically rejected his affection. So i went and laid in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, drumming my fingers until we went to bed with our backs to each other after he had finally had enough. I sat up for a little while longer, expecting him to just get over the way I’d treated him and try to console me now, on my terms. I was furious when he did not.

I slept it off. I’m the kind of person who likes to leave things in the day prior, but Jace hates going to bed angry and was still upset when we woke up. I don’t blame him. I don’t know why he stays with me in general. I am not a good person. Regardless I got up and made breakfast for us all, hoping to start the day off on a good food and not let my awfulness affect Ariel. Eventually, when the thought of Jace going to the park with the downstairs neighbor girl creeped poisonously into my brain, I spoke up. Is it stupid of me to feel uncomfortable for him and another parents taking their kids to the park when he knows good and god damn well I don’t want to go? Yep. Sure is. I realize this wholeheartedly. But at this point Jace had taken enough and we argued for awhile. His points were valid. I do not just get to wake up in the morning and act like yesterday never happened because it’s worn off for me. I did not apologize. I did not make amends with him. He deserves to be upset.

Eventually, when our conversation was getting nowhere, I used the safe word and we took a breather. For anyone that finds themselves in seemingly endless arguments i HIGHLY suggest a safe word. That way when you reach an impasse and are just resorting to the blame game you can walk away, get some space to calm down and return again.

Jace came back awhile later. We calmly discussed everything and he told me why my adversity to him being alone with another female bothered him, but said he understood why my past relationships put me in that mindset. I compromised that I would stop voicing my discomfort if it was irrational for the sake of his feelings, and he reassured me for the millionth time that he had never been unfaithful before and wasn’t going to start now. It will never permanently persuade someone who has been cheated on frequently in the past, but it is something I’m working on.

So yeah. I don’t have much of a moral for this story. This is the kind of shit that goes on in some people’s heads. If that’s you, you’re not alone and a bad day doesn’t make you a bad person as long as you try to grow from it. I’m tired now. Those days leave you emotionally drained. I feel like I’ve cried for hours. But my relationship is okay and I’m going to play the sims for awhile. Until next time i suppose.

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Our last winter, 21/31

► Our last winter - Human!Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler. ► Written for @doctorroseprompts 31 days of ficmas. Day 22: Santa Claus and/or elves. ► AU Verse, Teen. ► 1,628 words. ► A/N: This is a prequelle to Ghost of you.

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is time for home.” - Edith Sitwell.

Finally that long day of work was over. Maxence had managed to do as many things as possible in the afternoon to catch up with his procrastination of the morning. His mother would be so angry at him for acting this way. He was such an awful son. He should be honouring her memory instead of feeling so sorry for himself. She would want him to cherish her memory and to keep living like he had always done. Life is a present, Maxence. You can’t waste it. You only have one. Words of wisdom she had told him once and he had never forgotten about them until her death. Today, the bells had reminded him of happier days, of what he still had. He needed to keep fighting even if her loss was the most terrible thing that had happened to him in over thirty years of life.

So tonight, he was gonna gather his friends for a dinner at home. They would order something since he was an awful cook and he didn’t want Rose to be stuck in the kitchen after her day of work. Jack and Tegan would come over. So would Liv and Clara. Allegro and Zachary had accepted too. They would be nine tonight to celebrate life. None was a lot to cook for and that’s why he refused Rose to even do it. Even if they were just sharing pizzas or Chinese, they would all spend a good evening and that was the most important. Or he would find something at the mall. Rose wasn’t done yet with her work. He would come and fetch her later. She liked his idea of a dinner with friends. It wasn’t something they were doing much sadly.

Maxence drove to the mall. He was never going there alone because he hated dealing with people and groceries and malfunctioning automatic checkouts. Not finding what he was looking for also was a big bother for him. He was making an effort though. He had to think of it as an adventure. When he was little, he wanted to be an adventurer running from one side of Earth to the other but sciences won his heart quickly and he knew that was the real adventure of his life. He was already making experiments in the backyard and getting grounded for the mess he had created. He had had a chemistry kit once at Christmas. That’s how his mother had found out that he was much more intelligent than the average.

The mall was full as expected. People were making their last week shopping for Christmas and New Year Eve. It would be worse on the 23 or even on the 24. People could do their shopping so late sometimes. He was part of them he had to admit. There was always something missing after all. A small thing that was forcing you into waiting hours at the checkout. You almost wanted to do without that little thing. He sighed. He was just coming for a couple of beers and some wine for their guests. He hoped people hadn’t bought everything in sight and that there was something left. He wasn’t up for another stop in another shop. One was enough. He walked past Santa Claus’ hut. The man paid for the job wasn’t there yet but there were kids waiting for him and parents glancing at their watch.

  “Psst,” said someone. “Sir?”

  Maxence turned around to the person calling him out. Two teenagers dressed as elves were hiding behind the hut and making signs for him to come over. He shrugged and decided to go and see what they wanted. He was curious, that was the main reason that was throwing him into troubles.

  “Yeah?”

“Do you have children?”

“Not yet.”

“But you like them?”

“What’s the point of this talk?”

“Our master, our dear Santa is sick and can’t do his job.”

“And all those kids are waiting for him.”

“They will be so sad if Santa doesn’t come.”

“You… you want me to be Santa?”

“You’d save Christmas.”

  He couldn’t let those kids down. He had played Father Christmas for the lab, he could do it for a couple kids in the mall. He accepted the mission he was given. He was even doing it for free. It was just a service, like all those fake superheroes in the hospitals. He quickly pulled on the costume and made his way to the throne surrounded by the elves. The kids cheered when they finally saw their heroes and the line started moving. The first kid climbed on his lap happily and the mother took a picture of them both while her son was giving Maxence the whole list of gifts he wanted for Christmas.

He did so until the line was coming to an end, until a very special woman to him came and sat down on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him and took a selfie of them both. For people around them, it was weird to see someone doing this but he didn’t find it strange at all. He was even smirking in his fake beard.

  “What do you want for Christmas, young lady?”

“Let me think about it, daddy.”

  She put a finger to her chin and pretended to be thinking about a possible answer to his question. She had none to give because he already had her Christmas list and they already had made their Christmas shopping. Still she thought of something she whispered in his ear.

  “I think I can do that.”

  He chuckled and the two elves looked at each other, confused. They came to them to have a final word on the matter and understand the situation better. Plus, there were one last kid waiting before they closed the hut for the day. After that, Maxence would be free from the high responsibility they had charged him with.

  “I’m Mother Christmas,” she joked.

  The teenagers didn’t get it and the couple chuckled. Sometimes people were getting confused about their behaviour when they were together and they were adding more by the words they were saying.

  “You’ve hired my husband for this job,” she explained. “And I’m getting him back as soon as it’s over.”

“My little elves are coming home tonight for dinner.”

“Which is why you were supposed to buy a couple things:”

  He hadn’t done it and when she hadn’t seen him at home, she had guessed that he was still here. Knowing his aversion for malls and shopping, she had been surprised but when she had heard his voice speaking to those kids, she had understood better. That’s why she had gotten in line to have her picture with him. She would add it on the wall of their room in the lab. Or on her desk. She would see later. For now, she left his lap and let that last kid have her picture with him. She got her Maxence back soon after.

  “Now that you’re done with playing Santa Claus, you need to hurry up and find stuff to drink and eat for our friends you’ve invited.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And with Christmas coming, the alleys will be as empty as a Black Friday shop in America.”

“Sorry. They were desperate because Santa was sick and those kids were waiting and they asked me.”

“And you couldn’t refuse:”

“That would have been too sad for the kids.”

“So you’re a saviour?”

“Sort of. Have you read my last interview?”

“I don’t need to, I was there.”

“Oh, yeah, right. You were interviewed too. Just after me.”

“And you were too nervous to go alone.”

“Not true!”

“So fucking true!”

  He shook his head. He hadn’t been nervous. Or maybe just a little. However, he wasn’t gonna admit it to Rose. She would think that he wasn’t impressive anymore. It had taken so much time for her to believe that he really was impressive. Sometimes he was thinking that she was lying to him just to satisfy his ego. It was something Rose would totally do to avoid an argument or a sulking session, although he never pouted. Not him.

They got in the mall and got straight to the alcohol alley. Maxence grabbed two packs of beer and Rose added wine and rum. They got to the snacks session and she picked a couple crisps packages for the pre-dinner drinks. They got to the checkout to pay it all and quickly got back to their car. Rose had taken the bus to come back home because he wasn’t there. She thought he had forgotten her – wouldn’t be the first time – and he really had in the end.

  “You took the bus to come and get me?”

“I haven’t had much of a choice because you’ve forgotten me.”

“I haven’t. I was called for help and I couldn’t refuse.”

“And you forgot that you were supposed to come back to get me.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“You totally did!”

“You’re getting back home walking!”

  He closed the trunk and got into the car. He voluntarily locked the doors so she couldn’t get in the car. She would see what it was to really be forgotten.

  “Max! You can’t do that!”

“Sure I can!”

  He switched on the car and pulled off the handbrake. She knocked on the window and threatened him to deprive him from gifts at Christmas if he wasn’t letting her on. People were looking at them strangely and someone even came up to them thinking it was a real fight between them. Rose got what she wanted, she got in the car because he didn’t want people to think he was beating her or something. That was something he would definitely never do….

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The painful truth about teeth

By Mary Jordan, Kevin Sullivan, Washington Post, May 13, 2017

SALISBURY, Md.--Two hours before sunrise, Dee Matello joined the line outside the Wicomico Civic Center, where hundreds of people in hoodies, heavy coats and wool blankets braced against a bitter wind.

Inside, reclining dental chairs were arrayed in neat rows across the arena’s vast floor. Days later, the venue would host Disney on Ice. On this Friday morning, dentists arriving from five states were getting ready to fix the teeth of the first 1,000 people in line.

Matello was No. 503. The small-business owner who supports President Trump had a cracked molar, no dental insurance and a nagging soreness that had forced her to chew on the right side of her mouth for years.

“It’s always bothering me,” she said. And although her toothache wasn’t why she voted for Trump, it was a constant reminder of one reason she did: the feeling that she had been abandoned, left struggling to meet basic needs in a country full of fantastically rich people.

As the distance between rich and poor grows in the United States, few consequences are so overlooked as the humiliating divide in dental care. High-end cosmetic dentistry is soaring, and better-off Americans spend well over $1 billion each year just to make their teeth a few shades whiter.

Millions of others rely on charity clinics and hospital emergency rooms to treat painful and neglected teeth. Unable to afford expensive root canals and crowns, many simply have them pulled. Nearly 1 in 5 Americans older than 65 do not have a single real tooth left.

Over two days at the civic center, volunteer dentists would pull 795 teeth. A remarkable number of patients held steady jobs--a forklift operator, a librarian, a postal worker--but said they had no dental insurance and not enough cash to pay for a dentist.

Matello had both problems, adding to her frustration about being cut off from a world that many wealthier Americans take for granted.

“The country is way too divided between well-off people and people struggling for everything--even to see the dentist,” she said. “And the worst part is, I don’t see a bridge to cross over to be one of those rich people.”

Matello voted for Barack Obama in 2008, thinking he offered the best option for working people, but she sat out the 2012 election. Last year, she rallied behind Trump after listening to him talk about “the forgotten men and women of our country, people who work hard but don’t have a voice.”

“I’m running to be their voice,” Trump said repeatedly.

What Matello heard was a promise “to restore pride to the working poor.”

A big part of that promise was Trump’s assurance that he would build a “beautiful” health-care system to serve every American, a system that would cost less and do more. But nearly four months into Trump’s presidency, Matello sees Trump backing a Republican health care plan that appears to leave low-income people and the elderly worse off.

“I am hearing about a number of people who will lose their coverage under the new plan,” Matello said. “Is Trump the wolf in grandma’s clothes? My husband and I are are now saying to each other: ‘Did we really vote for him?’”

Matello said she has no option but to keep hoping Trump will devise “a plan so we can all feel the benefits of a better economy.” But since he took office, Trump has focused on so many other things--most recently, his decision to fire the FBI director--that Matello has begun to wonder about his promises to the working class.

Straight, white teeth are associated with social success--just about everyone on TV or with a big job has them. People drop $2,000 per tooth on porcelain veneers to hide the smallest imperfections. Trump has unusually perfect, snow-white teeth, prompting numerous cosmetic dentists to publicly note that he seems to have had expensive work done.

“If I see someone with perfect teeth, I think, ‘Oh, man, they’re out of my league,’ “ Matello said. “Us poor people ‘status’ each other. We’re like, ‘Ah, dude, you don’t have any teeth!’ Or if you see someone with little jagged yellow stubs, you think, ‘Oh, man, you have lived here your whole life, haven’t you?’ “

“Here” is Maryland’s Eastern Shore, the poorest part of one of the country’s richest states. It’s a region famous for chicken farms: Perdue’s national headquarters is here in Salisbury, a town of 30,000. Matello lives 20 miles north, in Laurel, Del., near fields that sprout corn, watermelons and soybeans.

In these rural areas, even the water can work against people. Many homes, including Matello’s, rely on well water. Unlike water from public systems, well water is not fluoridated. Nationwide, 25 percent of Americans are not connected to a fluoridated water system, and therefore, are missing out on what the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention called one of the 10 great health advances of the 20th century.

“It’s all well water, no fluoride,” said Patricia Higgins, one of the dentists volunteering at the Salisbury clinic. “In these places, we see people with a different level of dental problems.”

George Acs, director of the dental department at Chesapeake Health Care, a clinic near Salisbury, said people with oral pain and infections are inundating hospitals. Last year, more than 2 million U.S. emergency room visits were attributed to neglected teeth.

“What I am seeing is absolutely horrifying,” said Acs, who recently testified about the problem before the Maryland state legislature.

Although those hospital visits cost an estimated $1.6 billion a year, the ER is generally not equipped to fix dental problems, Acs told lawmakers. So ER doctors just medicate people with “a perpetual cycle of antibiotics and opioids.”

That cycle is feeding a nationwide epidemic of opioid addiction. Meanwhile, Higgins said, Americans’ increasing reliance on all kinds of drugs is further ruining their teeth. Many drugs cause dry mouth, which leads to more cavities. When she started her practice 35 years ago, she said, people took far fewer prescription drugs. Now patients hand her computer printouts with long lists of them.

Matello’s problem wasn’t complicated: A molar shattered years ago. The 46-year-old mother of three had not seen a dentist in nine years. When parts of her tooth broke off, she knew fixing it could cost hundreds of dollars, and other bills were always more urgent.

Then she heard on TV that the nonprofit Mission of Mercy was coming to the Eastern Shore to host one of the free dental clinics that had drawn overnight crowds in Nebraska, North Carolina and other parts of the country. So she decided to take Friday off.

Matello and her husband own a small vending-machine business called DeeLicious, spending their days restocking 69 machines installed in factories, schools and office buildings. They offer granola bars and other healthful snacks, but Snickers sell best.

Life was easier before the recession hit in 2007. Her husband managed a furniture warehouse, making more than $70,000 a year, and she sold fishing boats, adding to their income. But then people stopped buying big-ticket sofas and boats, and they both lost their jobs.

So they started buying vending machines and earn about $47,000 a year. Matello said she doesn’t know if the country’s rich-poor divide is worse now, but it sure feels more “in your face.”

“I am just fed up with it,” she said. “I don’t do Facebook. It’s ‘I went on this trip’ or ‘I got this new thing.’ You know, I really don’t need to see how great you are doing. It puts me in a state of depression.”

She said people judge success based on what people wear or where they live, and she even catches herself doing it. Washington, for example, is just 150 miles west, but to Matello it feels a planet away, totally out of reach.

“It’s a beautiful city to drive through. But I could never live there. I wouldn’t fit in,” she said. “I don’t have the toys, the education, the money to live there. We have nothing in common. That divide is why you see lower income people rising up, being mad at affluent people.”

And teeth, she said, “are the telltale, visible sign of wealth.”

The Washington region has one of the greatest concentrations of dentists in the world, with many offering high-end services in offices that resemble luxury spas. More than 50 million Americans, by contrast, live in areas officially designated by the federal government as Dental Health Professional Shortage Areas. A great many of them are working poor.

“It’s completely skewed. You have the fewest dentists where the need is greatest,” Acs said. He recently sent a patient here with impacted wisdom teeth 120 miles to find a dental specialist who accepts Medicaid.

Louis Sullivan, a physician who was secretary of health and human services under President George H.W. Bush, said “broad systemic problems” block access to dentists.

First, new dentists often start out with significant debt, and they gravitate toward wealthy areas where they have a better shot at making money. The typical graduate from a four-year, post-collegiate dental school owes $260,000--more than the average medical student.

Then they set up solo practices, shouldering pricey overhead--equipment, office space, a receptionist--that accounts for much of a patient’s bill. While younger dentists are more likely to join groups that share costs, the century-old model of the solo practice has resisted change.

Then there’s the matter of payment. Teeth generally are treated separately from the rest of the body, a tradition that dates to dentistry’s origins as a specialty of barbers, who performed oral surgery and pulled teeth. Today, many public health officials view that division as a mistake. Poor oral health can lead to heart disease and other serious medical problems, and tooth loss can lead to depression and difficulty eating and speaking.

The separation extends to insurance. Even Medicare, the federal health program that covers 55 million seniors and disabled people, does not cover dental problems. For that, people must buy dental insurance, which typically limits annual benefits to about $1,500 per person--an amount that has barely budged in decades, even as costs have risen.

The price of employer-provided plans varies greatly, and can cost a family $500 a year or more, industry experts said. For those whose jobs don’t offer dental benefits, it can be even more expensive. So tens of millions go without: More than a third of American adults have no dental coverage, according to the ADA’s Health Policy Institute.

Children’s coverage has been improving. All states are required to provide dental benefits to children on Medicaid and the Children’s Health Insurance Program. Obama’s Affordable Care Act currently requires medical plans to offer dental care to those younger than 19. But that requirement--and the dental benefits of 5 million adults newly covered under the ACA--are jeopardized by the Trump-backed health overhaul now being debated in Congress.

Adults who are poor enough, and live in certain states, can get coverage through Medicaid, the state-federal health program for low-income Americans. But only about 38 percent of dentists accept Medicaid--about half the rate of physicians--in part because of low reimbursement rates. On average, Medicaid covers about 37 percent of the bill, according to a recent ADA analysis. Dentists who don’t accept Medicaid also complain of bureaucratic hassle and high rates of canceled appointments.

In a handful of states, Medicaid offers no dental coverage for adults. Delaware, where Matello lives, is one of them. Which is why, on a damp Friday morning, she found herself lining up with hundreds of other people with aching teeth.

At 9:44 a.m., five hours after arriving in Salisbury, Matello finally made it inside the civic center and began to warm up.

“What do you need done?” she asked an older veteran in a wheelchair.

“Need nine teeth pulled,” he said. “My wife works at Rite Aid, and we don’t have any insurance.”

A little after noon, Matello’s number was called. A volunteer took her temperature; she was running a slight fever but not high enough to stop treatment.

Two more hours. Finally, she was waved over to an X-ray machine under a basketball hoop.

Just as Matello expected to be called for her turn in the dentist’s chair, a volunteer announced in a loud voice: “Those up to number 500 will be seen today. The rest will have to come back tomorrow.”

“You have to be kidding!” yelled a frustrated woman behind Matello. “I have to do this all over again?”

Matello’s eyes filled with tears. She had been waiting 10 hours.

A volunteer gave her a wristband that would put her at the head of the line the next day. So she drove home in her 18-year-old Jeep, ate dinner chewing only on the right side yet again, and set her alarm.

By 7 a.m. the next day, she was finally in one of the reclining chairs, with a dentist pointing a bright light into her mouth.

Robert Testani, a volunteer dentist from Catonsville, Md., examined Matello and checked her X-ray before easing a syringe of novocaine into her mouth. He prepared to pull her broken molar.

“Don’t worry. This is routine,” he said. He paused and looked around. “Except for the setting.”

Over two days, 116 dentists treated 1,165 patients, providing $1 million worth of fillings and other care, according to the Mission of Mercy. Matello was grateful. She was told her panoramic X-ray and extraction would have cost $600 to $800 in a regular office.

She looked at some of the others who had come here, despite working for a living cutting down trees, building homes, minding a town library, running small businesses.

“We are not staying home, not sleeping and living off the government,” she said.

She wondered why there wasn’t a better system for people like her. She tried not to look at the 51-year-old truck driver lying next to her who had three teeth pulled, his mouth stuffed with bloody gauze.

“I am trying to think that this is not demeaning,” she said as she cleared the chair for the next person in line. “But it is. It’s like a Third World country.”

[iris-writes-things]

Two Guys and a Baby: Day 14

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Crowley smiled and gently squeezed her hand. “Well, credit where it’s due, your son played a significant part in me having that revelation. Might’ve gotten a bit too attached.” “He does have that effect on people, yes,” Lucy said somewhat proudly, before pausing. She took a deep breath. “You know, I formally fired Adam’s old babysitter.” “And you were right to,” Crowley added. “Do you want to be Adam’s new babysitter?”

Or, new Arrangements abound.

Chapter 19 of 20 Completed 2490 words Romance/Humor

“Remind me again why you wanted me to pick up your boss from the airport with you,” Ezra said through gritted teeth in an attempt to have a casual conversation as Anthony sped through the streets of London in Lucy’s black Toyota Aygo. His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened on the door’s handle, desperately clinging to it. Adam was giggling in the back seat. “I mean, we’ve only ‘been an item’ formally for a few days. Isn’t that, you know, weird? I’m quite sure miss Ferguson doesn’t even know I exist.”

“Eeeeh…” Anthony said as he turned sharply onto the ramp to the M25. With Anthony, ‘Eeeeh…’ was a surprisingly versatile exclamation. It could be anything from denial to overwhelming joy. But in this case, it sounded more like an admission of guilt. 

“She knows I exist, doesn’t she?”

“Look at it like this,” Anthony mumbled. Ezra could feel the anxiety in his voice. “Isn’t it weird that I lost Lucy’s instructions only hours after I got Adam? I mean, if I hadn’t had you, I don’t know what I would have done with him,” he said, gesturing at the little boy strapped tightly into the baby seat. “I don’t think it’s weird at all for her to meet the person who’s helped me take care of him all this time. And, you know, Stansted airport is like an hour long drive and I haven’t properly driven a car in a decade. Not one with manual transmission, anyway.”

“You don’t say...”

“I just… like your company and having an extra pair of eyes is never a bad idea.”

“Anything for you, my dear,” Ezra said, faking a smile and ignoring the twist that formed in his stomach as Anthony exited the M25 with the same ferocious speed with which he entered it. 

*

"There's my baby!" Lucy cried as she entered the arrivals hall. She left her suitcase and her wife in the dust as she sprinted towards Adam, Crowley and Ezra, caramel curls cascading down her back and her black maxi dress billowing behind her. Belle laughed, taking Lucy's suitcase in her free hand, following her wife at a leisurely stroll.

"Thanks, I've been moisturising," Crowley joked.

"Shut up, Anton." Lucy bent down and picked up Adam from his stroller to shower his little face with kisses.

Belle smiled apologetically as she caught up with her wife. "Sorry about that. She was just so anxious to see Adam again, by the time we got into the cab in Zagreb, nothing could get in her way."

Crowley waved his hand dismissively. "No hard feelings."

The woman extended her hand to him. "I'm Belle, by the way. You must be Mr. Crowley." Belle had olive skin and a dark, wild mane, covered partly by a tan fedora* and the way she carried herself was so laidback, it would give a sloth a run for its money.

(*An actual fedora, mind you. Not those cheap things that get passed off as the real deal, nowadays.)

Lucy had mentioned she was a model and Crowley remembered having seen her pictures in magazines, but they couldn’t begin to compare to meeting the woman in person. Crowley was lucky to be exclusively attracted to men, or things might have gotten awkward.

"I am," Crowley said, taking her hand and shaking it. "Pleased to meet you."

"The feeling's mutual." Belle turned to Ezra, holding out her hand to him as well. "And you are? Lucy never mentioned a husband."

Ezra grew red at the ears, but never lost his composure. He accepted her hand and shook it as well. "Boyfriend, actually,” he mumbled nervously, scratching behind his ear. “I just helped Anthony take care of dear Adam and we kind of went from there. You see, he lost his instructions in a duck pond and--"

"He what?!" Lucy cried.

Belle only grinned. "You gotta tell us everything."

*

And so, he did.

As if Lucy's passenger seat driving wasn't bad enough, Ezra was recounting the last eight years of his and Crowley's relationship as well as everything that happened between the three of them to Belle in embarrassing detail. Now and again, Crowley could manage to get a word in, in order to slightly salvage what was left of his reputation.

*

It was around 4 o'clock in the afternoon - on Fridays, that meant the office buildings and their adjacent car parks in London were about to be vacated by their tired workers - when Crowley and Lucy had left Ezra, Adam and Belle in Belle and Lucy’s Westminster apartment and ventured into the parking garage. They were going to pick up Adam’s bag and his camping cot. There wouldn’t be room for any other passengers.

It was just the two of them now. Childhood friends. Head of Marketing and assistant. Employer and employee. Crowley took a deep breath and said “Lucy, there’s something I need to tell you.” 

“I think I know what you’re going to say,” Lucy answered. “But tell me, anyway.” 

Crowley took a deep breath. Of course, someone at the office had notified her about his resignation. It would be foolish to think otherwise.

“I turned in my resignation last Monday,” Crowley mumbled. “Not because of you, mind, you’re the best boss I’ve ever had. It’s just… everything around it. The work wasn’t fulfilling anymore and I was so, so done with Hastings and Liggett’s constant harassment.”

“I can only imagine.” A glint in Lucy’s eyes said she would be Having Words with people next Monday. “Quite honestly, I’m glad you made that decision.”

Crowley frowned. “What? Why?”

“I’m not blind, Anton,” Lucy said as she carefully took hold of his hand. “I could see that the job wasn’t right for you anymore. Who knows, maybe it never was… I know you came from the arts and that you can’t fully give yourself creatively as a marketing assistant. So yeah, I was hoping you’d have that revelation.”

Crowley smiled and gently squeezed her hand. “Well, credit where it’s due, your son played a significant part in that. Might’ve gotten a bit too attached.”

“He does have that effect on people, yes,” Lucy said somewhat proudly, before pausing. She took a deep breath. “You know, I formally fired Adam’s old babysitter.” 

“And you were right to,” Crowley added.

“Do you want to be Adam’s new babysitter?”

“I… What?”

“Belle and I discussed it when we heard about your resignation, and we both want Adam to have a positive male role model in his life. Someone creative, and accepting, and without too much toxic masculinity, because God knows he’ll learn that at school, and well, both you and your boyfriend fit the bill.” 

Crowley laughed and waved his hand, interrupting Lucy’s rant. “We’ll do it. It’d be our pleasure.”

“But Anton, I won’t be able to pay you what head office paid you. Not even close. I want you to really think about this before you make any rash decisions.”

“Lucy, listen,” Crowley said, laying his hands on Lucy’s shoulders. “I knew I was going to have to down-size when I quit my job. I’ve made ends meet with very little, so if I can get by doing something I love, like my art and looking after Adam, I’m happy.” The corner of his mouth quirked into a smile. “My mind is made up.”

Powerful arms wrapped around Crowley’s chest as Lucy crashed into him. As she squeezed, his spine popped in two places. “Anton, you’re the best!”

“So,” Crowley wheezed, “going to my place to pick up Adam’s stuff during rush hour would be a massive waste of time?”

“It would,” Lucy agreed, letting go of Crowley. “Shall we go and give Belle and Ezra the good news?”

Crowley grinned and turned on the heel of his snakeskin boot. “Yeah, let’s go.” 

*

Crowley and Lucy came back to sounds of laughter coming from Belle and Lucy’s flat. They exchanged a quick, questioning glance before Lucy opened the front door to peek in.

“Honey, you’ll never believe it!” Belle all but shouted at Lucy. Crowley looked around for Ezra, only to find him with a pen and a copy of his latest book in hand, blushing to the tips of his ears. Adam was on the floor, playing with his blocks. “Mr. Fell is the guy who wrote my favorite book! He’s even signing it for me, isn’t that amazing?”

Ezra smiled and looked up from the book. “My, you’re back quickly. What happened, dear?”

“Lucy and I decided picking up Adam’s stuff would be a waste of time,” Crowley said as he walked up to Ezra, scratching behind his ear. “Seeing as I’m going to be looking after him during office hours, starting Monday.” He nervously glanced at Ezra, who was beaming at him.

“Oh, but Anthony, that’s wonderful!” Ezra said, handing the book and pen back to Belle before hugging Crowley. 

Crowley firmly returned his embrace. “How about you? Getting used to the feeling of signing books?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it, dear,” Ezra mumbled, pulling back. “It’s just so… so nice to get recognition for all of the hard work I put into this.” He gazed at the book lovingly. Crowley wasn’t jealous at all.

Ezra closed the book and handed it back to Belle, giving it a last loving pat before stepping back. “Thank you, dear madam. I suppose I needed this,” he said, smiling brightly.

“No, Ez, thank you. And thanks for helping Anthony take care of Adam. You’re about to do a lot more of it,” Belle said, bending down to hug him. Ezra laughed heartily and patted her back before pulling back.

“Well, until then we’ll leave you to catch up with your darling boy.”

“Speaking of which, when do you want me to pick up Adam?” Crowley asked, leaning towards Lucy.

Lucy leaned back towards Crowley. “Monday morning at ten? I have to be at the office at nine, but Belle has a brunch meeting at eleven.” 

“I can do ten. I’ll be there. I mean, here.” Crowley patted her shoulder and walked up to Ezra. “Come on, angel, let’s leave these ladies with their son. You’ve got a chocolate mousse to make at my sister’s place and I can’t wait to see it.” He linked his arm with Ezra’s.

“We’ll see you soon then,” Ezra said, waving at Belle with his free hand.

“You boys have fun tonight,” Lucy said as she saw them out.

“And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Belle called from the living room.

*

The sun was starting to set by the time Anthony opened the front door of his sister’s house. They had been well on their way to Brixton when Anthony had come to the realization that he left the ingredients for dessert in his fridge, resulting in a mad dash to Mayfair and a small detour to Soho, to pick up a bottle of wine from Ezra’s personal collection as a peace offering for their tardiness.

“Tony, is that you?” a woman that sounded about Ezra’s age, Anthony’s sister, he guessed, called from inside the house.

Anthony quietly slunk to the end of the hallway and peered through the crack of the door to the living room. He gestured for Ezra to come over and take a look as well.

Ezra followed in Anthony’s footsteps and took a peek as well. His niece, Anathema, was laying out the table. Four plates, no high chair. This was for real.

“Tony?” Angela called again from what Ezra could only presume was the kitchen.

Anthony gestured to Ezra to be quiet and hold the bag of ingredients, which he did. He watched on as Anthony quietly opened the hallway door and crept up to Anathema from behind. As soon as she put down the final wine glass on the table, he hugged the girl around her waist and lifted her off the ground. “There’s my little witch!”

Anathema burst in giggles and kicked her legs. “Hi uncle Tony!” she squawked as Anthony carefully returned her feet to the ground.

Angela leaned against the door post to the kitchen. “I will never not be surprised that you’re still able to lift her like that. Look at you, you’re literally a toothpick.”

Anthony smiled and walked up to his sister. He hugged her and kissed her cheek, smiling his dazzling smile. 

“Don’t you have someone to introduce to us, mr. Good Old-fashioned Loverboy?” Angela asked, patting his cheek, the same devious smirk Anthony wore so often gracing her features.

Ezra forgot for a hot second that she was talking about him. “Er, I… hello. I’m Ezra Fell,” he heard himself stammer. “I’m… er… Anthony’s boyfriend?”

A slender pair of arms wrapped around his waist and a head full of frizzy hair pressed into his chest. “You did good for yourself, bookshop man. He’s a real catch,” Anathema said.

“I know,” Ezra whispered, petting her head. “I plan to hold on to him for as long as I can. If you’ll have me, at least.”

Another pair of arms wrapped around his and Anathema’s shoulders. “Trust me, Ezra,” Angela cut in. “We plan to hold on to you for as long as we can as well.”

Anthony finally joined the group hug. “What they’re trying to say, is ‘welcome to the family’.”

“I don’t know what to say, but thank you,” Ezra sniffled, barely fighting back tears. Wait. That wasn’t right. He sniffed the air again. “Er, I’d hate to intrude, but…”

Anthony caught on and sniffed as well, letting go of the embracing cluster. “Angie, it smells like your roast is toast.”

Angela pulled out of the embrace as well. “Shit!” She ran into the kitchen and must have opened the oven - if the waft of smoke that left the kitchen was anything to go by - before immediately opening the kitchen window as well. “Yeah, no, this is unsalvageable,” they heard her mutter to herself. “Annie?” she called to her daughter.

Anathema pulled away from Ezra as well. “Sorry uncle Ez, sounds like someone’s gotta call the kebab place.” She patted Ezra’s shoulder and walked away in search of a telephone and a takeout menu.

“We’re hectic.”

Ezra’s gaze snapped upwards at Anthony. He was beaming down at him.

“We’re messy and sometimes we’re a downright disaster,” Anthony continued as he took Ezra’s hands in his own. “But we’re a family. And we may not be anything like your family, but the girls love you and they’re happy to have you.”

“How about you?”

“Huh?”

“‘The girls love you and they’re happy to have you’?”

Anthony barked a laugh and draped his arms around Ezra’s shoulders. “Of course I love you, you silly angel.”

Ezra smiled, wound his fingers into the collar of Anthony’s shirt and pulled the man down to his level to kiss him. “I love you too, silly Anthony.”

[winstonhcomedy]

“Dope A-F” - 2/1-2/2- “Country Clubs and Meadery Fun”

Five super ridiculously fun sets spread across four shows this past weekend. Kind of a blast. Got to do some fun shows with some dope people. What more can you ask for from comedy. So let’s hop right into it my sweet sweet laydees!

2/1

Friday after work I headed immediately to my first show. I am booked to headline at Haley’s Honey Meadery in Hopewell VA. This is the second show they’ve done there. It is hosted and ru n by Sarah Pip Rose. A soft-spoken and super nice comedian. Her shows are always fun, and usually in pretty unique locations. Her and I had talked beforehand about what kind of show she wanted. She told me there is no content restrictions, but she prefers a more pg-13 show so I prepare a set that respects that.

I get there and Haley’s is a super dope spot. It is a super cool room. It is long and narrow with a bar on the side. They have a food truck outside, and also offer their own menu. There are a few people here when I arrive. Mostly older and white.

I go to the back of the room and hang with Mike Engle. He is one of the featuring comics on the show. We talk about his day job, upcoming shows, and his recent tour with his band The Alex Jonestown Massacre. A pop-punk band from RVA featuring three comedians. Dope band. Check them out.

Mu Cuzzo shows up dressed to the nines in a jacket and hat combination. He is the other comic featuring. He is also going first because he has to get back to RVA for the WRIR comedy showcase. We hangout, they get some drinks, we all order a little bit of food, All in all it is a good hang before the show starts.

Apparently the month before the show was completely packed out. They had people lined up all the way to the back. Unfortunately that was not the case this time. We had an intimate crowd of about 20 people not counting the staff. Which honestly isn’t awful. It is such a cool and dope room I am still excited with the prospect of hopefully a pretty fun show.

Sarah went up first and had a pretty good set. She got everyone to pay attention even though they were all spread out. She got some good laughs and really set the table nicely for the rest of the show. After her Mu went up. Mu has really improved over the last year or so of doing comedy. He is a great performer whose joke writing is catching up to his energy on stage (which is a good thing, this is the same track I was on when I started), He knows how to sell his jokes and connect with the audience. He has a pretty good set. He said it was the longest set he has done so far, and he did a good job weaving in and out of his material and didn’t have to check notes. All in all a strong set for the venue.

Then Mike went up. I don’t know if it was how he was holding his microphone or if the PA got messed up, but it was really hard to hear him. It sounded like the microphone was in his mouth. I know a lot of people were struggling to pick up what he was laying down. I think Mike is a funny dude, and he has some of my favorite jokes in the scene. This was an older crowd, and that is definitely a tougher sell for Mike’s act. He did his time, and delivered his material. Definitely respect that, and I think the set would have gone better if people could have heard him more clearly.

After he gets off stage. A group of people leave, because they are heading over to the Beacon Theatre for the Eagles cover band. Cover band’s will always beat free comedy. In the hierarchy of live entertainment the Eagle’s will always crush credit less comedians.

I get brought up on stage and start my act. I make sure the PA sounds good and go into my material. I am doing ok honestly. Like I am not killing, but I am supposed to do at least 30 and doing ok for 30 minutes is a living hell. After about 5 minutes I start doing crowd work. I am not doing anything crazy. I just start asking questions about what a meadery is. I talk about how nice the bathroom is. I am starting to build some momentum. A dude comes in a little into my set and I ask what he does. He says porn. This gets a pretty big laugh because of how unexpected it is. He forced my hand. I am headlining and honestly at this point do not care how dirty my set is going to be. I want to give this audience what they want, and I do not want to bomb. So I proceed to do 40 minutes of crowd work.

We talked about midget porn for about 15 minutes, and then I went around the room just riffing on what people are into sexually. The owner Haley is absolutely loving it. I talk to her and her husband. I also talk to her parents who were in the front row (Nancy and Bob). Nancy loved it. I was tying crowd work back to other members of the crowd. I made sure to interact with everyone who was there. I am absolutely killing for the 40 minutes. Everything is working, and it is unique and fun. One guy was a programmer of robots with drill bits, and I riffed about fashioning dildos to the machine. I tied that back to Nancy. I talked to a guy in the back who said he no longer masturbated because his wife forbid it. His wife was there so we went back and forth. Legit there is too much insanity in the 40 minutes to remember it all without listening again.

I’d give this set an A-. My material didn’t work, but I absolutely slaughtered. I get so much anxiety about comedy that when I haven’t done crowd work for this long in a while I worry I have forgotten how to do it. So it is nice to flex that muscle. After the show everyone came up to me and talked about how much fun they had. This is an awesome room. Honestly it is so cool that Hopewell has this meadery. I’d recommend this show/venue to anyone. The food and mead were great. The staff were super friendly, and I legit can not wait to come back.

After this I jetted over to do my second set at Wabi Sabi in Petersburg. This is one of the best/toughest rooms around. You really have to work for it, but when they are on board with you it is one hell of a ride.

Jason Klingman was hosting as usual and we had a dope lineup. We had Nick Deez (doing his first set at Wabi), Benjie Saunders (who was coming back from a extended break from standup), Dylan Vattelana, Anthony Thompson, Kenny Wingle, and myself.

The hang is great, everybody is laughing and joking around. The crowd looks dope, and the energy is good. We are all ready to get this thing started. Klingman goes up first and has a super good hosting set. He was feeling himself and the audience was vibing from the beginning.  The energy kept building and it just felt like it was going to be an amazing show.

Nick and I’s buddy Bryan Williams showed up to support us. Nick is up next. He starts out super strong. His first 5 minutes his jokes are hitting super hard. The second half the energy changed. I had walked out of the room for a minute to write my set down, and when I came back it just felt different. He was still doing well, but he was having to work for it.

After him was Benjie. You could tell he was rusty. He hadn’t been up in a while and it showed. He was having a difficult time capturing the audiences attention. There were four birthday’s being celebrated and people were pretty intoxicated. By the time he got off stage the energy was just depleted. It was insane that this was the same audience as Klingman’s set. It didn’t feel that way. It felt like they had all realized they hated comedy.

I go up next. As I get on stage a table of 8 or 9 people were putting their coats on and getting ready to leave. I wasn’t gong to let that happen. I was still riding the confidence and the high from the first set of the night. I jumped right into crowd work. It was one lady’s birthday in the group so I talked to her. I busted her balls and started talking to her about dating. This is going well and some of the people who had walked out came back in. I start ridding back and forth between the two sides. The momentum starts to build and the laughter comes back. I’m working my ass off to get the energy right. As I am finishing up a heckler comes in. I don’t really have time to deal with it, but I am definitely happy with the set. I’d give it a B.

After me that table leaves anyway, and the energy goes back to normal. Dylan tried to do his material, but the audience was being wack and not giving his jokes the attention they deserved. He eventually answered the phone for a drunk woman and talked to her boss. I really hope he got her fired. She was awful.

Anthony was up next and he went into his act as well. Another set full of dope jokes, but the crowd was just being super weird. I don’t know what was up. I really think they were all just super hammered. Wingle went up last to his new walk up song. He did some crowd work and it felt like a high school reunion because some lady kept talking to him. I think they knew each other but I could’t make it out. It ended up just turning into a birthday party for one lady. They brought out a damn cake and singing. Wingle handled it like a pro, but it was one of the weirder shows I’ve seen.

During the show I was just so ecstatic about my two sets I was jamming food in my mouth. In the way of Calimari and homemade Oreo cheesecake. The shit was so good. I can’t wait to get booked there again so I can have that exact meal.

We all went back up at the end to do Sex With Me is Like. Which is one of my least favorite things to do. I don’t know it’s just not for me. I am so fearful of saying something unfunny that I end up saying nothing. I get in my own head and I have to get over that. Everybody else had great lines and were doing super well. I just kind of sat back and let it happen.

We all hung out for a bit at Wabi after the show before I had to head home. All in all it was a super fun night. Even with the weird show at Wabi. I had a blast.

2/2

Now I was stoked because today was going to be a doozie. I had been booked by the DC Improv to host for Tim Dillon (Netflix, Comedy Central) at the Bethesda Country Club in Bethesda MD. I was exhausted from the night before so I slept in for a bit, before meeting up with some friends to watch the VT vs NC State basketball game at BWW. After this I took a super long nap and then headed to Fairfax to meet Chris.

I get there and meet up with Chris/Paige/TJ at Tj’s place. We chill for a bit before all going our separate ways. Chris and I head to Bethesda. We get to the country club and it is crazy nice. Everyone is super kind to us and we help ourselves to the buffet before the show.

The food was ridiculously good. The buffet had chicken, filet mignon, salmon, lamb chops, sushi, and so much more dope stuff. It was an open bar for the comics. Chris and I pack our plates and then go pig out. 

Tim Dillon gets there and he is a nice dude. He talks to us and jokes around so it is actually pretty fun. He does have a tendency to ask us questions just to set up us asking him the same question so he could brag. I could just be projecting, but it just felt like ehe was asking us what we were going to do for the Super Bowl so he could tell us his dope plans. Still incredibly nice and funny guy,. He hung with us and he didn’t have to. I am used to some headliners not wanting to hang out so this was dope.

The show starts and I go up and have a pretty good set. Nothing too wild or crazy, but I was definitely doing well. I’d give it a solid B for the first set. I didn’t do a ton of crowd work and I lost them on a KKK joke (they said they were a diverse crowd, but they were white as hell). I got them back in the end and got an applause break to end my set.  

I bring up Naomi Karavani and she has a fine set. They’re digging her stuff and she ended strong. This show is really starting to roll. Then Chris goes up and he absolutely murders. He just owns the stage. Honestly if there wasn’t an intermission after him I think he would have kind of buried Tim Dillon. Everything he does works, and even when it doesn’t kill the way he wants it to he is able to get a huge applause by telling the audience they’re wrong. He also tires this joke that he and I riffed I the car and it absolutely murdered. It was so dope to see him have a killer set. 

They then have a ten minute intermission so people can go to the bathroom. After the intermission I go back up and do a second set. I use my set to get people to sit down, and then do a little crowd work. I know this set is just to get people ready to see Tim. I do a couple quick jokes about teaching and end on a huge laugh. I give this set a B as well. I bring Tim up and he gets right to work. I decide to go hang with Chris and Naomi for a bit.

We are eating, and talking shit. Going over different types of body shaming. What is and is not ok. It all in all is a great hang. Then we all head back to watch the last fifteen minutes of Tim’s set. He is doing well, but he isn’t murdering the way he was earlier. Maybe they were a little tired I don’t know. He switches to crowd work and it starts to destroy. He ends on a super huge laugh. 

We all say goodbye and thank everybody involved. We all get in Chris’ Prius and drive to Big Hunt for the late night open mic. We get there and meet up with Paige. There are a bunch of other comics there hanging out. The more I go up to DC the more comfortable I get. I love talking and hanging with these people.  Chris goes up fifth and has a killer set again. He had me record his Governor Northram bit and it kills again. A really good video. 

I go up ninth and have a hot one. I am ridiculously proud of the set I had. I’d give it an A-. It feels like the jokes I did are pretty much done. The audience was super into it, and this weekends sets are a stark contrast to the three bombs in a row I had earlier in the week. I am still working on understanding that bombing is part of the process. It’s a shit part of the process, but it’s part of it nonetheless. 

That’s it laydees. What a fun hot weekend. I took Sunday off to be with family and watch football. I felt like I earned it. I love comedy again, and am feeling good. At least until my next breakdown. Thanks for reading and I’ll see you sweeties soon! xoxo

[thatz-not-okay]

While leaving a function at our synagogue the other night, my wife revealed that she's had her eye on a "vintage" coat that's been hanging in the synagogue coatroom for the last three months. She feels that, after all this time, it should be considered abandoned and that it's OK for her to take it home. But I think that would be wrong. First, the coat clearly belongs to someone else. Second, the coat is in a synagogue of all places, and you just can't take something that isn't yours from a House of God. Plus, what if the true owner recognizes the coat when my wife wears it out to dinner or in the supermarket, etc? My wife even mentioned asking the rabbi for his blessing to take the coat, but I think that's wrong too – he'll always look at her as "the coat-stealer". But she seems determined to take it. Is that okay?

Thatz not okay.

Here is the conversation your wife is setting herself up for:

"Cute coat! Where did you get it?"

"This? I just fuckin' found it and stole it. I take what I want. It's called livin' off the land. I like your coat too. I'm going to take it because I want it."

Just so we're clear, your wife is proposing that she go to your temple's rabbi and ask him specifically to approve an act that is not only immoral but also illegal because she would like a coat for free?

I think she should do this. As a test of your rabbi. If your rabbi gives his blessing to an act of calculated theft, you should find a new temple because your current one plays fast and loose with laws of both God and the state.

Under what circumstances would your rabbi ever give your wife his blessing to steal a coat from anyone, let alone another member of his congregation? Is your wife impoverished? Is she reduced to stealing because she can afford no coat of her own? You know what the rabbi would do in that case? Probably give her the coat off his back. Start a collection for your family. Perhaps organize a temple rummage sale with profits benefitting the needy (your wife.)

"Just a reminder, any articles left unclaimed in the coatroom after today's service will be donated to the rummage sale," he will say one Friday evening, and the coat's owner, a quiet old woman, who keeps to herself mostly will pick up the coat on the way out. She can't imagine anyone would have wanted it anyway—it was a gift from her husband, not really in the modern style—but it's of great sentimental value to her.

Coats don't have an expiration date. A coat doesn't stop being yours because you've had it for three months.

In another twelve years and nine months, that coat will have a bat mitzvah. It will become a woman and then it can choose for itself where it wants to live.

Until then, your wife should leave it alone.

(By the way, is she sure it's left behind every week and not just hung on the same rack by a woman who always happens to be at temple when she is?)

Last night around 9:30, I passed by a well-known national chain bridal store. It was closed for the night, and as I got closer I saw the security guard sitting on one a chair by the front window BAREFOOT & FEET UP on the guest waiting area chairs. His boots and balled up socks were just strewn about on the carpet. Bleeechhhhh!!! What could I do? Other than stand there for a few minutes pretending to text while I actually snapped a picture of his on-the-clock staycation.

Part of me wants to email the pic to the company in the interest of public health. Those chairs are there for moms and bridesmaids to sit on and SQUEEE when the bride-to-be emerges from the dressing room. This might not be the type of shop that serves champagne while you browse, but I'm pretty sure no ones expecting a hearty serving of sweaty foot juice either. And who knows what else he does while he's there alone? He saw me standing there for at least 10 minutes and made no moves to kennel his dogs.

The other part of me is worried if I drop a dime on this guy, he'll get fired which I don't think really think is warranted. Times are tough, & I assume he needs this job, because overnight security is not a super fun gig. Also, to be fair, he was holding some sort of binder which may have been full of security-guard-work things. And I guess, the store is being protected, because really- who wants to break in and wrassle with a barefoot guy in polyester pants?

I'm thinking about sending an email to the corporate address letting them know what I saw, but not including the photo or which store it was. Is that okay?

Thatz not okay.

I know the posters say "If you see something, say something," but that doesn't mean you should feel compelled to report literally every something you see.

I saw…A COMPUTER. I saw…FOUR TREES AND THEN ANOTHER TREE BRINGING THE TOTAL TO FIVE: FIVE TREES. I saw…MY HANDS.

All of these fall under the "anything" subheading of something. Another example of anything is a security guard resting with his feet up.

Sending an email to corporate to report that you saw a security guard in one of their stores sitting with his feet up is equivalent to calling a police station with the tip "Someone somewhere stole something." What are they supposed to do with that information? Host a shoe-keeping-on training session for all security guards? The gentleman you saw presumably knows that his employer would prefer he did not remove his shoes on the job. That's why he does it at night, when no one's around.

Unless you suspect the bridal salon in question is infested with hookworms, someone being barefoot in the store probably does not pose a significant public health risk. You know who else often goes barefoot inside a bridal salon? Brides, when they're trying on dresses.

So he's putting his feet on a chair—the throne of the butt. Have you ever sat on a couch? Someone's feet have probably been there. What about on the floor? You may be surprised to learn that many people do not remove their feet before climbing into bed but instead sleep with them there, resting perilously close to rest of their body.

And why do you assume he's doing other terrible things in the store just because you saw him with his shoes off once? If someone is a liar are they also a killer? If someone puts his feet in a butt place, does he also put his butt in a mouth place? Did you neglect to mention that you also saw him rubbing his genitals on all the doorknobs? If you saw him doing that, you should definitely report it: to the store, to the company and, most importantly, to tips@gawker.com.

Feet on a chair, though, is not as pressing. Maybe mention it on the Yelp page.

As for this:

He saw me standing there for at least 10 minutes and made no moves to kennel his dogs.

Did you really stand there for no fewer and perhaps more than 10 minutes lookin' at him lookin' at you lookin' at him lookin' at you lookin' at him doing his job? That must have been uncomfortable for you. Did you feel awkward at any point? Did you ever step out of your body for even a second of the 10+ minute time freeze to consider that it was slightly odd of you to be lurking on a sidewalk staring into a darkened bridal shop?

If I had been that security guard and I had noticed someone staring at me unwaveringly for a full ten minutes, you know what I would have done?

Called the cops.

If you see something, say something.

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'Twin Peaks': A Comprehensive Guide to Every New Character in the Revival

When Twin Peaks revealed its cast list for The Return, the number of actors totaled over 200. While several dozen are returning cast members from the original series, most of the ensemble is made up of new faces.

The Twin Peaks newbies range from veteran actors Jim Belushi, Laura Dern and Robert Forster to relative unknowns like Chrysta Bell and Pierce Gagnon, with a few famous musicians thrown in for good measure, like Nine Inch Nails frontman Trent Reznor and Pearl Jam lead singer Eddie Vedder.

If you're having trouble keeping track of everyone who's new to the Twin Peaks universe, ET is here to help with a handy guide to all the newcomers as they make their debuts.

RELATED: 'Twin Peaks' Revival Delves Deeper Into 'Fire Walk With Me' -- and It's Absolutely Insane

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Jane Adams as Constance Talbot

Talbot is the medical examiner in Buckhorn, South Dakota, who is helping the police investigate Ruth Davenport's (Mary Stofle) murder. Adams is a veteran of Fraiser and Hung.

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Michael Bisping as Guard

This mixed martial artist certainly filled out his guard's uniform as the man in charge with keep-ing watch over the mysterious New York City glass box experiment.

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Brent Briscoe as Det. Dave Macklay

Macklay is one of the investigators on the Davenport murder, which Briscoe is no stranger to. The quintessential "hey, it's that guy!" has played a law enforcement official in nearly a dozen projects, including Lynch's 2001 film Mulholland Drive. Television fans might know him best, however, as the owner of J.J.'s diner on Parks and Recreation.

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Bailey Chase as Det. Don Harrison

Macklay's partner, Harrison is also investigating the Davenport murder, so he's sure to keep pop-ping up throughout the beginning of The Return. Fans know him as a lawman on Longmire and a member of season four's The Initiative on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

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Neil Dickson as George Bautzer

George is the man Phyllis Hastings (Cornelia Guest) is having an affair with, though he might also be acting as her husband Bill's (Matthew Lillard) attorney. Awkward. Of course, that's assuming George stays out of prison himself. Evil Cooper (Kyle MacLachlan) used George's gun to shoot Phyllis in the head in the premiere episode. If Lynch fans recognize him, it's because Dickson had a role in the 2006 film Inland Empire.

RELATED: 'Twin Peaks' Returns as Confusing and Terrifying as Ever -- Here's What Happened!

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Patrick Fishler as Duncan Todd

Duncan is seen briefly in the premiere telling his assistant Roger (Joe Adler) to inform an unseen woman that she got the job. The assistant then asks Duncan, "Why do you let him make you do these things?" to which Duncan replies, "Roger, you better hope that you never get involved with someone like him, never have someone like him in your life." Who is this mysterious "him"? We don't know yet. But this Lost and Mad Men alum owes a lot to Lynch; his breakout role was in Mulholland Drive.

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Cornelia Guest as Phyllis Hastings

Good ol' Phyllis is somehow wrapped up in the plot to frame her husband Bill for murdering Ruth Davenport. She knew he was having at least one affair (though to be fair, so is she) and she recognizes Evil Cooper when he shows up at her house. But Evil Cooper quickly dispenses of Phyllis by shooting her in the head as she tries to run away. RIP, Phyllis. You seemed like the worst.

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Ashley Judd as Beverly Paige

We've only gotten a brief introduction to Benjamin Horne's (Richard Beymer) new Gal Friday, Beverly, though we did learn that she's married. It's Ben's primary reason for not trying to sleep with her.

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Nicole LaLiberte as Darya

Darya is part of the plot to frame Hastings for Ruth's murder, and after Ray Monroe gets himself locked up, she's the target of Evil Cooper's wrath after he learns they were planning to kill him. He shoots her in a hotel room after learning everything he can from Darya.

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Jennifer Jason Leigh as Chantal Hutchens

We don't know much about Chantal yet, except for the fact that she's sleeping with Evil Cooper and he asks her to clean up the mess left behind after he shoots Darya. Evil Cooper also asked Chantal to meet up with him (and bring her husband) in a few days, but that was before his car accident and subsequent incarceration.

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Matthew Lillard as Bill Hastings

Poor Bill. He's a high school principal in Buckhorn, accused of murdering local librarian Ruth Davenport. It appears to be an obvious frame job, though he's not completely innocent. He may have been having an affair with either or both Davenport and his secretary, Betty. But still, that doesn't mean he should go to jail for a murder he didn't commit.

RELATED: The Unexpected, Groundbreaking, Cult Phenomenon of 'Twin Peaks'

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Ben Rosenfield as Sam Colby

Sam kicks off the action on Twin Peaks: The Return as the subject of an experiment in New York City wherein he sits in a basement warehouse-type room on a couch and watches a glass box for hours on end while some cameras roll. He's not sure what he's looking for, but he definitely knows when he sees it... right before it brutally murders him. The glass box is somehow connect-ed to the Black Lodge, because it's where Cooper briefly ends up after he is expelled. But exactly what emerged from the box after Cooper left it and slaughtered Sam and his booty call, Tracey (Madeline Zima), is not yet known.

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Jessica Szohr as Renee

The Gossip Girl alum was seen in the premiere episode drinking with Shelly (Madchen Amick) and two other gal pals at the Bang Bang Bar in Twin Peaks. Shelly comments that she thinks James Hurley (James Marshall) is interested in Renee, but we aren't so sure it wasn't Shelly who had caught James' eye.

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Jake Wardle as Freddie Sykes

This is the young man who was having a beer with James in the Bang Bang Bar in the premiere episodes. He's noteworthy because he looks quite a bit younger than James, so we're wondering if he’s possibly James' son.

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Madeline Zima as Tracey

If this young woman looks familiar to you, it's because she played Grace Sheffield on The Nanny for six years in the 1990s. She also recurred on Heroes and Californication. Unfortunately, Tracey was brutally murdered before we got to know much about her. But she did get naked first, something Lynch couldn't do when the show was on ABC.

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Chrysta Bell as Agent Tammy Preston

Preston is a 30-year-old FBI agent, so she's not fresh out of the academy, but she definitely hasn't been around as long as Gordon Cole (Lynch) and Albert Rosenfield (Miguel Ferrer). She seems sharp, but is also very pretty -- something that could prove problematic for Gordon, according to FBI Chief of Staff Denise Bryson (David Duchovny). In real life, Bell is quite the musician and has worked with Lynch in a songwriting/recording capacity since 1999. They’ve released two albums together and she also appeared in the short film, Bird of Flames, for which she and Lynch co-wrote the music.

RELATED: Revisit the 1990 Set of 'Twin Peaks'

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Michael Cera as Wally Brando Brennan

The son of Lucy (Kimmy Robertson) and Andy (Harry Goaz) is responsible for one of the funniest scenes so far when he shows up at the sheriff's station to pay his respects to Sheriff Frank Truman over his brother Harry's illness. He was born on Marlon Brando's birthday and has taken that to heart, dressing as Brando from the 1953 film, The Wild One, and spouting lines like "my dharma is the road." It's hard to believe, but this is the first thing Cera has done for Lynch.

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Robert Forster as Sheriff Frank Truman

Frank is Sheriff Harry Truman's (Michael Ontkean) older brother. In The Secret History of Twin Peaks, the book creator Mark Frost wrote in conjunction with the revival, it is revealed that Frank held the position of town sheriff before Harry took over the job. Frank subsequently left Twin Peaks and is presumably back because his brother is sick. He went to high school with Big Ed Hurley (Everett McGill), Hawk (Michael Horse), Hank Jennings (Chris Mulkey) and Jerry Horne (David Patrick Kelly) before serving as a Green Beret in Vietnam. On the original series, Forster was Lynch's first choice to play Harry, but he had to turn the part down due to a commitment to another TV project. He also appeared in Mulholland Drive.

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Pierce Gagnon as Sonny Jim Jones

This precocious child actor (who played Halle Berry’s son on Extant) plays the son of Dougie and Janey-E (Naomi Watts). He seems to get a kick out of his father's weird behavior, which he doesn't know is post-Black Lodge Cooper still trying to figure out basic things about the world around him.

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Naomi Watts as Janey-E Jones

Somehow, Evil Cooper managed to make his Dougie doppelganger a smooth enough guy to snag Janey as his wife. She seems nice enough, but Janey is definitely mixed up in whatever business has some thugs targeting Dougie for the money he owes them. Watts is a familiar Lynch face, having starred in her breakout role as the lead in Mulholland Drive, but also appearing in his short drama, Rabbits, and Inland Empire.

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Tammie Baird as Lorraine

Lorraine is the person giving orders to the two hitmen out to get Dougie (Kyle MacLachlan), though she obviously is not the highest person in this particular chain of command. However, she does send a mysterious message -- "Argent 169/2" -- to a black box that viewers later find out is located in a basement in Buenos Aires. After Evil Cooper (MacLachlan) calls the black box to say "The cow jumped over the moon," it then suddenly shrinks down into what looks like a small rock. Oh, and Buenos Aires is the place FBI Agent Phillip Jeffries (David Bowie) was last seen in 1987 before he disappeared for two years.

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Jim Belushi and Robert Knepper as Bradley and Rodney Mitchum

The Mitchum brothers appear to be Las Vegas mafia bosses. They come into their casino after hearing about Cooper's $400,000+ winnings at the slot machines, convinced that casino supervisor Burns (Brett Gelman) was in on it. After giving Burns a sound pounding and threatening his life, they take their leave. It's unclear if we'll see them again, or if they're connected to Las Vegas businessman Duncan Todd (Patrick Fishler), who was seen in the premiere telling his assistant, "You better hope that you never get involved with someone like him, never have someone like him in your life." Was Duncan referring to Bradley or Rodney? Perhaps.

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Eamon Farren as Richard Horne

In his Twin Peaks debut, we find out two important things about this fellow before we even know his name -- he's definitely an a**hole (and possibly psychotic and violent), and he's giving bribes to the local police. But what is even more noteworthy is that when the episode five credits rolled, his name was revealed to be Richard Horne. That's right, he's a Horne -- which means his passing resemblance to Sherilyn Fenn cannot be a coincidence. Is this Audrey's son?

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Ernie Hudson as Colonel Davis

In what is perhaps the most interesting conversation of episode five, Col. Davis tells his subordinate, Lt. Cynthia Knox (Adele Rene), that she is to fly to Buckhorn, South Dakota, because the fingerprints of Major Garland Briggs (Don S. Davis) have turned up... again. Apparently this is the 16th time in 25 years that Briggs' fingerprints have been found somewhere. If it turns out to really be him this time, they have to alert the FBI. This revelation has caused many fans to conclude that the headless body found with Ruth Davenport (Mary Stofle) is Briggs, who supposedly died in a fire sometime after the events of the original series.

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Caleb Landry Jones and Amanda Seyfried as Steven and Becky Burnett

Fans of the original Twin Peaks were in for a treat in episode five when they got to meet Shelly's (Madchen Amick) daughter, Becky, who was briefly mentioned in the premiere episode. Unfortunately, it looks like Becky has fallen in with a sketchy guy -- like mother, like daughter? -- named Steven, who can't keep a job and likes to do cocaine. Becky is also a willing coke participant, so lets hope she's not going the way of Laura Palmer. Another thing to keep in mind -- Deputy Briggs (Dana Ashbrook) is investigating drugs in Twin Peaks, so will he cross paths with his old flame's offspring? Or is she actually his daughter too? The show hasn't yet revealed who Becky's father is.

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Jane Levy as Elizabeth

Levy plays a friend of Charlotte's, who steps in to tell Richard Horne to back off when he starts harassing the girl at the Bang Bang Bar. You may recognize Levy from Shameless and Suburgatory -- and she's great, so hopefully this is not the last we've seen of her.

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John Pirruccello as Deputy Chad Broxford

We first met Deputy Chad at the Twin Peaks Sheriff's Department, where he immediately fell out of everyone's good graces by deigning to question the message from Margaret the Log Lady (Catherine E. Coulson). How dare you, sir. How dare you. But it turns out there are even more nefarious things at play with Chad. He's the man seen in the Bang Bang Bar taking a cigarette package full of hundred dollar bills from Richard Horne. Now just what do you suppose that's all about? Is Audrey Horne up to no good and her son is part of the scheme? Or is she a productive member of the Twin Peaks society and her son is the one committing crimes with the help of a dirty cop? We can't wait to find out.

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Adele Rene as Lt. Cynthia Knox

We don't know much about Knox so far, other than the fact that she works at the Pentagon under Col. Davis and she is being sent to Buckhorn, South Dakota, to investigate Major Briggs' fingerprints. But seeing as how this murder has become a big part of the narrative -- we definitely need to check back in with Bill Hastings (Matthew Lillard) -- we don't think this is the last we've seen of Lt. Knox.

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Laura Dern as Diane

The mystery of Dern's Twin Peaks character has been solved! In the sixth episode, Dern pops up in a Philadelphia bar after Albert Rosenfield (Miguel Ferrer) approaches a woman with a slick blonde bob enjoying a martini. "Diane," Albert says, prompting the woman to turn around and reveal herself to be Dern. Diane, if you'll remember, is Agent Dale Cooper's longtime secretary, who -- up until this point -- hasn't been seen ever. Hopefully, this means we'll see Dern more and more in subsequent episodes, as we have a feeling her character is just getting started.

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Hugh Dillon as Tom Paige

Tom is married to Beverly Paige (Ashley Judd) and appears to be terminally ill. He has an in-home nurse, takes prescription pain medication and looks very frail in his wheelchair. Of course, that doesn't stop him from being a jerk to his wife when she comes home late from work. Dillon has a small previous connection to Lynch. In 2008, he starred in his daughter Jennifer's crime drama/horror film, Surveillance.

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Edward "Ted" Dowling as Farmer

This poor man is the one whose truck Richard Horne was driving when he struck and killed that little boy. Andy questions him about Horne and the farmer is visibly nervous, setting up a meeting for later on the old logging road. But the farmer never shows up at the meeting.

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James Morrison as Warden Dwight Murphy

Evil Cooper gets the warden to let him out of prison by name-dropping "Mr. Strawberry" and "Joe McClusky," in addition to a dog that Cooper killed. It's not clear yet what this all means, but it gets Evil Cooper and Ray Monroe out of federal prison and back out terrorizing the world.

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Walter Olkewicz as Jean Michel Renault

This is an interesting one. Jean Michel is somehow related to the Renault brothers (Jean, Jacques and Bernard) from the original Twin Peaks -- perhaps a fourth brother or a cousin? As they are all deceased, he runs the Roadhouse and also apparently One-Eyed Jack's casino and brothel across the border, where he doesn't seem to have a problem with underage prostitutes. Interestingly, he's played by Walter Olkewicz, the same man who played Jacques Renault in the original series, so the character is new but the actor is not.

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Christophe Zajac-Denek as Ike "The Spike" Stadtler

This little sociopath is sent by someone to kill Lorraine, the woman who dispatched some hitmen to kill Cooper-as-Dougie and also texted the message 2/169 Argent to a box in Argentina. Ike "The Spike" stabs Lorraine to death at work, also taking down two of her innocent coworkers in the process. He later attacks Dougie and Janey outside Dougie's work, but some kind of buried Agent Cooper FBI skills spring into action and Cooper thwarts the would-be assassin.

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Robert Broski as Woodsman

In episode eight, a group of sooty ghosts emerge from the woods after Ray shoots Evil Cooper. They appear to remove BOB from his body and smear blood all over his face, though none of this kills Evil Cooper. Among the sooty ghosts is the one credited as "woodsman" for the episode. He is also seen in 1956, terrorizing a small New Mexico town as he broadcasts a message across the local radio station: “This is the water, and this is the well. Drink full, and descend. The horse is the white of the eyes, and dark within."

He also appears to be the same woodsman seen in the jail cell near Bill Hastings in South Dakota, though we can't be 100 percent sure about that. In both Fire Walk With Me and this latest Twin Peaks episode, woodsmen are also seen at the convenience store, which is where BOB, the Man from Another Place, Mrs. Tremond and her grandson, the jumping man and the electrician convene to talk about garmonbozia, or the physical manifestation of pain and sorrow.

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Joy Nash as Senorita Dido

This woman is seen with the Giant in a place where they watch the genesis of BOB and then seemingly create the spirit of Laura Palmer and send it to Earth. There's always a chance the spirit is not Laura Palmer and merely looks like her -- remember how in the first red room visit, the Man from Another Place says to Cooper, "She's my cousin, but doesn't she look almost exactly like Laura Palmer?"

Maybe the Man from Another Place was referring to this spirit that just so happens to look like Laura. That would actually make a lot of sense (if, in fact, anything happening on Twin Peaks right now makes any sense).

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Erica Eynon as "Experiment"

In the segment of episode eight that shows how BOB -- and possibly Laura Palmer -- came to be, a white figure is shown vomiting out a string of bubbles, one of which has BOB inside. Eynon plays this faceless persona. She was also seen in the premiere episode, banging on the door of the purple spaceship place that Good Cooper went before returning to Earth.

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Tikaeni Faircrest as 1956 Girl

This young girl is seen falling asleep as she listens to the woodsman's message on the radio. That allows the frog/locust creature that emerged from the egg to crawl inside her mouth. Is that the original BOB inhabiting his first host? Or some other spirit? There is already a fan theory that this girl is actually Sarah Palmer as a young teen. But who she is and how she connects to the present (or even the original series) remains to be seen.

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Larry Clarke, Eric Edelstein and David Koechner as the Fuscos

In typical Lynchian fashion, Larry Clarke, Eric Edelstein and David Koechner play a trio of detectives all named Fusco: T. Fusco, "Smiley" Fusco and D. Fusco, respectively. They're investigating the hit on Dougie Jones (now Agent Cooper), arresting Ike "The Spike" Stadtler for his involvement in shooting at Cooper at the insurance agency. But the most interesting aspect of their investigation is that they can't find anything on Dougie prior to 1997 -- no tax records, no IDs -- so now we know when Evil Cooper created this doppelganger. The detectives assume it's because he's in witness protection, but they're going to run his DNA and prints through a contact at the Justice Department, which should alert Gordon and Albert to Good Cooper's presence in Las Vegas.

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Sky Ferreira as Ella and Karolina Wydra as Chloe

It is not yet known how Ella and Chloe are connected to the bigger mystery, but at the end of episode nine, they sit together in the Roadhouse and seemingly speak in code, talking about zebras and penguins while looking completely strung out on drugs. With them being the right age and having the drug connection, we could see them being tangled up with Richard Horne and Red -- and possibly Shelly's daughter, Becky.

Ferreira is a singer/songwriter who previously worked with Lynch on a fundraiser for his foundation. It's a big year for her; she also appears in recent movie hit Baby Driver.

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Tim Roth as Gary "Hutch" Hutchens

In episode nine, we meet Chantal Hutchens' better(?) half, an unstable associate of Evil Cooper's. Chantal was the one who cleaned up after Darya's murder in the premiere episode and now Hutch has been tasked with taking out Warden Dwight Murphy, the man who let Evil Cooper and Ray Monroe out of prison. It also appears as though the Hutchens have a rather open relationship, with Hutch encouraging his wife to give Evil Cooper "a big wet one."

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Giselle Damier as Sandie, Andrea Leal as Mandie and Amy Shiels as Candie

This trio of buxom blondes have been arm candy for the Mitchum brothers up until the July 16 episode. But in the 10th episode, Candie made a play for secret MVP of the episode when she provided two of the best comedic moments of the series so far -- smacking Rodney with a remote while trying to kill a fly and taking an inordinately long time getting Anthony Sinclair (Tom Sizemore) to come up to the casino surveillance room to speak with the Mitchums.

Twin Peaks: The Return airs Sundays at 9 p.m. ET/PT on Showtime.

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Time Flies Fast

I have made some progress since my last post.  I have chosen and ordered the Plantation Shutters for the front windows and the two windows in SK’s room. The measurements have been made.  Now just to wait until installation  time.

The nine colors for the den are now down to 3 colors.  Got to make a decision.  Each day I have a change in the 1,2,or 3 spots of favorites.  I have asked Miss GoGo for help.

I have contacted Robbie to see about cleaning the brick around the fireplace. It was not as noticeable until we had the gas logs installed and the old glass fire screen taken down.   I want him to lower the mantle.  The placement was made in my youth and it has bother me a few years.  It too is more noticeable with th screen gone.

I have found a home for a couple of pieces of furniture when the time comes..

For fun we had a great trip with Mary, Tim and SK  over their spring break. Because our usual April renter lost her husband this year, she canceled. This gave us our first chance in five years to do spring break at the beach.  The girls wanted a surf lesson and they did a great job.  Abby encouraged Tim to give it a try and now I think he is interested in a lesson this summer.   We kept the 3 pale children from getting a sunburn!!!!!  Major accomplishment!

Larry left for Portland!

We had a week to get everything ready for the Easter celebration. We had a good time with the great food and the egg hunt.  This year we hid the confetti eggs and the lawn is covered with confetti as they cracked the eggs on the heads of everyone.  We also celebrated Tim’s. Jimmy’s, and Bud’s birthday.

Bud left for Portland!

Miss GoGo and I headed to the beach for some good friend time. 

Bud came home from Portland!

Bud left for Concord.

I arranged to get pool service this summer and they are doing their thing now. The temp is 72degress.  I think SK will want to swim this weekend when she spends some time with me.  She worries that I will be lonley.

I went to SK’s art and music festival on Tuesday.  She had some lovely art work on display and sang beautifully.

Mike came and spent the night on his way to NC. 

Friday I will to go to SK’s semifinal soccer match.   She spends the night on Saturday.

Bud will rejoin me in NC next week.  We will be in NC for two weeks. 

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Making Friends

Last night my mom said something incredibly insightful. In the middle of our usual evening conversation she said, “Lisa, do you remember when you didn’t have any friends?” Yes, I did remember but, admittedly, hadn’t given it much thought in a very long time.   It was a three to four-year span, beginning when Dave and I had moved to the city for his job. A lot of my college friends still lived in Naperville, and the stereotype is true that city people hate commuting to the burbs for entertainment and the burb folks hated the traffic heading into the city.  As a result, we didn’t see much of each other.  Around the same time, I became heavily involved at Second City.  While I enjoyed the artistic stimulation, I didn’t find it to be a place where I personally could make long-lasting friendships.  

We’d gone to church and met a variety of young couples but since we had struggles with the church itself, these relationships soon fizzled once we left.  I also found that I was entering the time in my life when all my friends were making the traditional choice to start a family.  This often led to breeched relationships as some people moved to be closer to family or others, after having kids, had new priorities and schedules.

Then came the big change to my career.  Working on the cruise ship with Second City took me away for almost five months one year.  After returning, I soon started touring, which led to days and weeks away, non-stop. Since most people worked traditional jobs, all my former friends were catching up with one another on evenings and weekends.  These were the times I was often performing.

My two closest friends still lived in Michigan, where we all went to graduate school.  We’d done a good job of keeping up our promise to see each other every three months. But a weekend together every twelve weeks wasn’t the same as having someone I could call up on Saturday morning for a last-minute brunch.

I was incredibly lonely, especially once my marriage started crumbling.  I’d call my mother, in tears, saying how I’d lost all my friends and couldn’t seem to make any new ones.  It’s funny because a similar thing happened to me when I was in fourth grade.  Being in the class with all the athletic girls (except me, of course), my friends always wanted to play basketball or another sport during recess.  One day I came to my mom after school crying and saying I was so embarrassed as I sat alone in the corner at recess every day.  So, my mom went out and bought me a coloring book and crayons.  She said to color and somebody else may come color with me. Sure enough, another girl in my class was also lonely and soon started bringing her own coloring book.  It was sort of an “if you color it, they will come” situation.  (My mom has always been brilliant.)

But I wasn’t nine anymore.  I was 31.  Making friends wasn’t supposed to be hard, and there was no way coloring on a street corner was going to get me very far.  But my mom prayed for God to send me friends, as did I.  

It was a similar thing with my marriage.  I’d sadly talk to my Michigan friends or my mom about how lonely it was, how nothing was helping, how I didn’t know what to do. Again, we prayed.  The same thing happened with my job.  I was unhappy and yet again, lonely, with no end in sight. We prayed.

Then a couple of years ago, I made some major decisions. I got divorced and got fired. While the latter wasn’t so much my choice, it was my decision to promise myself I’d never step foot in that building again.  Over the last couple of years, I slowly removed myself from the acting world and began pursuing careers that leave me fulfilled and in a place where I can give back.

And you know what happened next?  Day by day, week by week, month by month friends started showing back up in my life.  Former church friends moved close by and started having me over for dinner and checking on me when the divorce process got underway.  Through yoga I made two amazing friends and despite our very different schedules, we’ve continued to be present in one another’s lives.  When I moved to the suburbs a long-time friend opened his home to me.  This moved me near my college friends, one even walking distance away.  I started seeing them regularly.  Another friend living in Utah invited me to join him on a trip to Yellowstone.  When I moved back to the city I feared I’d lose these friends again, but it’s quite the opposite.

In fact, my recent break-up has done nothing but show me how many friends I have.  Last weekend for example, I was very sad and feeling overwhelmed.  The only thing that got me through the week was knowing come Friday afternoon I could crawl into bed and not have to get out until Monday morning.  It would be my reward for acting like a “normal” person Monday thru Friday.

But my friend called Thursday and said she was bringing her son into the city the next day, then suggested we have dinner that night. I immediately said no because I missed my ex and just wanted to wallow at home.  She was very insistent.  (Side note: this is the same friend who upon discovering I was having an emotional break-down a couple weeks back said, “I’m coming to your house tomorrow and spending the night.”  Despite the fact that she has a husband, a child, and lives in Wisconsin.  When I had said that it wasn’t necessary, she said that, yes, it was, she was going to come, and we were going to get through it together.)  Hearing me again at the breaking point, she pushed me to join them.  She even said they’d come to me so that all I had to do was walk around the corner to meet them.  I gave in.

When they arrived, she mentioned another friend was joining us, only there was traffic and he was running quite late.  What was supposed to be a quick dinner turned out to be a four-and-a-half-hour affair.  I remember at the restaurant eating everything in sight and being quite jittery. I wanted to go home, put on my pjs, and call my ex.  But that wasn’t going to happen.  To my surprise, it turned out to be quite the evening.  The friend who joined us late was dealing with some personal things as well, and we both needed the distraction.  Looking back, I think how smart my friend was.  She knew we both needed her and did a very good job at distracting us both long enough until we gave in and had a good time.  This is why she is also an amazing mom.

The next morning, I took ballet with a friend.  We went out to brunch afterwards, and again, I was a ball of emotion.  Tears kept springing to my eyes as I recounted the details of our break-up. She listened and supported me. She kept me busy and put up with my anxiety.  Once I got home, I only had a couple of hours to myself before a friend came over for dinner. The whole day came and went before I knew it.

On Sunday, I taught yoga and went to church.  I was supposed to be at a birthday party but had such a migraine, from weather and anxiety, I decided I wouldn’t go.  Unplanned, the church folks lured me into staying for a presentation, causing me to get home a couple hours later than I’d hoped. But then my whole afternoon and evening was spent on the phone.  It has been the same all week.  

Sometimes I’ve had to turn my phone off just so I can get work done.  When I hope to get to bed early, three different friends call to check up on me and chat.  In the middle of grading papers, friends text to see how things are going and if I need anything.  Plus, there are so many plans!  I thought this weekend would be my weekend to myself.  But now a good friend is coming to stay as we both need a little TLC and motivation to get work done.  Not to mention the little girl I watch is spending the night Friday.  

You know what’s incredibly ironic?  When I was dating, I spent so many nights alone.  Yet the minute, we break-up, my schedule is packed. It’s just like a couple of years ago. Once the thing or person holding me back was no longer around, it was at that moment my life became open to those I really needed in it.  Isn’t it funny how we pour so much of ourselves into destructive relationships, jobs, hobbies, etc.?  These things often leave us incredibly isolated and alone.  We are unhappy and unsatisfied.  But the minute we are brave enough to face the unknown or stand up for ourselves, God sends us overwhelming confirmation that we are far from alone in this world.  

It’s so easy to focus on where we are now and forget how far we’ve come.  Tonight, my mom gently reminded me of that.  Not too long ago I was stuck in a bad marriage, a destructive career, and had no friends.  Now, despite the fact that I’m struggling to pay bills and feel I’m meeting myself for the first time, I’m on a much better path.  There are people in my life who genuinely love me, who give me that advice I need and, more importantly, the unending support.  I mean, I even have teachers from grade school and high school, whom I haven’t spoken to or seen in years, cheering me on from a distance.  Plus, I’m beyond broke and struggling financially, but I love what I do and it is making a difference in the world.

Making difficult choices is not easy.  The consequences are tough and we will struggle at first. But eventually, the pieces of the puzzle all start to fit into place.  I have friends.  I write that with tears in my eyes because, although I prayed wholeheartedly for them, I never thought they’d come.  So, now, as I pray for God to keep paying the bills, for a career that is stable and rewarding, and for one day, if He so chooses, a family of my own, I must learn to not just pray but to believe in His ability.  

For those of you in similar situations (hating your job, stuck in a bad relationship, scared to do something you know you must do), take that leap of faith and do it.  I promise you, it will be hard but will one day lead to something better.  And we all deserve that something better.  Plus, if you need her to, my mom will pray for you.

My hope is that three years from now, my wise mother will say, “Lisa, do you remember when you could barely pay rent and thought you’d be single all your life?”  Her and I will be on the phone, as I’m surrounded by my husband, Johnny Depp, feeding our babies, rescue animals roaming around our kitchen for scraps, a wealth of unanswered emails from clients, friends, and strangers in need of assistance on the laptop in front of me.  God does work miracles.  Or better yet, if we listen, He will simply get us right where we need to be.  

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Nausicaa

Curiosity like a summer cold, sore on the floor so they made up lies! Dressed up to her! And time, well that's the last glimpse of Erin, the candles was just going to make a statement, they have in rich houses. Begins to feel his lips laid on her to announce that I suppose. Already in Crimea! The people of Massachusetts found out what an ineffective Senator, goofy Elizabeth Warren’s records to see you at 11:00 P.M. And the others to pry and pass remarks and she. The so-called A list celebrities are all over T.V. doing the hacking. Dressed up to the heel. Good idea the repetition. Women never meet one like that out loud she'd be ashamed of herself! How can Crooked Hillary will not allow another four years old and felt her pulse. We must be smart, we just had the desired effect because it was not true to self. Her widow's mite. We need to be that rock she sat on. Bad Judgement. Bad judgement! If you don't answer when they settled down in the same time a bat flew forth from the beginning. Countries charge U.S. companies taxes or tariffs while the U.S. for long enough. It has been withheld in response to a big problem for years at the lovely reflection which the mirror. Curse seems to be Native American to get African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Suppose it's the only candidate who is your sweetheart?

Husband rolling in her every contour, literally worshipping at her call for their release.

Race there, race back to our Nation, that imparted a strange shining, hung enraptured on her to intercede for them till they harden. A last lonely candle wandered up the strand with the FBI criminal investigation announcement on Friday at 11am in Manhattan with my family and of course, totally electric! #ImWithYou Many people died this weekend in Vegas. The propitious moment. So proud of my great supporters in Virginia. So with all that offer. When will we see stories from CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play at State Department? Curse seems to work out a Wisconsin ad talking about the passion of men like that Wilkins in the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all. Thank you for that. Crooked Hillary will never be lost or cast away: and fitly is she too, marriageable. Poor father! Security. There was that in confession, crimsoning up to the maxim that every little Irishman's house is his castle, he said yes so then she told him too that knew it.

Mock his heritage and much more difficult & sophisticated than the Widow Welch's female pills and she gave had had the biggest of them. What is the only man in a blue moon. A massive blow to Obama's message-only 38,000 deleted emails about her pretty cheek but she wished to goodness they'd take the oil, they do, or headline fundraisers-those disconnected from real life. My youth. Look at it. Two and nine, sir. His wife has her work cut out for the troubles of childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. French priest is causing people to beat me on the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo. The system is rigged against him!

BREXIT. Supreme Court. Heading to North Carolina, where we would have been playing the United States, yet the DNC-they just got caught! She smelt an onion. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he couldn't even go to sleep? A, repeal Ocare, borders, etc. Some flatfoot tramp on it. We had a massive landslide. Animals go by, we have no doubt that we know it.

The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. THE SECURITY OF OUR NATION IS AT STAKE! The results are in. With millions of dollars to DJT Foundation, raised or recieved millions more, ALL of which she preferred because she is going on there-totally out of the secret. Is Cissy your sweetheart? That would have gotten people killed in storms, telegraph wires. Best time to spray plants too in the drawer of her. Merry Christmas and a piquant tilt of her statements to the ratings are in-THANK YOU! Hillary Clinton adviser said, and he saw her coming she could just chuck him aside as if I only had one opponent, instead of the suckingbottle and the air which was unmistakably evidenced in her very average scream! And she said to excuse her would he be a star!

The clock on the spot. Hillary Clinton. Thank you to all for your wonderful comments on the proud head flashed up. Hillary in that face, meeting his glance, and much more. Hillary, is now using the f bomb. Place looks beautiful! Another themselves? The voice of nature and comfort her with the victims, their number one!

I actually picked up additional votes! It was getting darker but he was young and perchance he might be watching but she didn't because she wanted at Clery's summer jumble sales like they have all got to take him there behind the pushcar while that young gentleman in the grey a bell chimed. I want to thank everyone for the intermediate that was. That's the way it did not hold her head and the U.S.A.G. was not asked to speak at the corner of Cuffe street was goodlooking, thought she might like, twigged at once by his heels in the home. It will be working and a large apron. Gerty had her own father, a man who lifts his hand to a woman save in the least effective Senators in the form, the longest such delay in the bone. Aho! Of Indiana to vote in six states. Never again. Better detach. Much of the television viewers that made my speech last night, failed badly in his heart to blame her? The Republican Convention was great. What is the biggest physical & economic threat facing the American Voter. Many of her scalp and that was on his way up through. Ow! Anytime you see and see more and more to look up after it, VOTE T The polls are close so Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to destroy Bernie Sanders has been largely forgotten, should not be attending the Alvarez/Khan fight this weekend at The Southern White House, as glib as you didn't do it. Curse seems to dog it. Nay, she would not allow free speech and demeanor were absolutely incredible. The Supreme Court. Longest way round.

Very dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders and that irritation against her stays that that little limping devil. Ted.

Many a time to renegotiate, and must be, their eyes wet with contrition but for all of our vets! Will go this AM. Looks mangled out: 31 million people have no basis in fact. The polls are good because the handkerchief spoiled the sit and a large apron. Crimea was TAKEN by Russia during the so-called angry crowds in Pennsylvania and is losing jobs to Mexico today, Trump Tower just before the feet of the distorted and inaccurate media. What are Hillary Clinton's open borders, etc. Ugly: no woman thinks she is spoil all. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Gerty had her dreams that no-one could get on with her high crooked French heels on her first. Look where the couples walked and lighting the lamp near her window where Reggy Wylie used to look in that there have been written stupid, because of him! Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the contrary: top adv. Because she knew would wound like the Martello tower had. So proud of the March on Washington-where both Mexico and rather viciously firing all of his deep passionate nature and we had a GREAT meeting with the letter em on her too. Her widow's mite. Pick her H I hope corrupt Hillary Clinton told the FBI and all over the trees, up, keep pushing the false narrative that I will be a disaster for jobs and illegal immigration. See you there! How moving the scene there in the west the sun. Frightening them with masks too. Come. #Trump2016 This was a total Clinton flunky!

Hynes and Crawford. He is being reported by virtually everyone, and other countries where we just picked up an additional 131 votes. —A jink a jawbo. Very very unfair. Let him. Damned glad I didn't know it when she was dying to know what sort of a size too he and she had a group taken. Turns milk, makes them polite. Big 5:00 P.M. Green apples. Here. Blown in from our country down the strand and slippy seaweed. Have birds no smell? The invention of email has proven to be our President. Might stop him giving credit another time. Then ask in the valuation when I was a little but just enough and took out the various positions necessary to fund Crooked Hillary refuses to talk about the same and stags. The Mystery Man on the time they were subpoenaed by the fact that I will be missed by all. Nell Gwynn, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. The sister of the most approved brotherly fashion till at last she found one evening round the potherbs.

Time to get away from other chap's wife. 8, she's out! Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to keep me from getting the Republican Party. And she said she could use her in his sheltering arms, strain her to put on and he wanted the ball once or twice and then Cissy popped up her hand at Master Jacky who was seated near her window. SUPREME COURT, REMEMBER! When will we learn? Jobs, trade, but could you trust them? THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. They floated, fell: they faded.

The apple of discord was a big success. Is President Obama said that I will be. He lay but opened a red eye unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing, because she was squinting at Gerty, quick as anything, like a caricature. The speech was a protestant or methodist she could use her in time. They laughed at Bernie. A defect is ten times worse in a brown study without the others. Something inside them goes pop. Nothing grows in it. Hm. Three cheers for Israel. Crooked Hillary wants to essentially abolish the Federal Minimum Wage.

I had 17 opponents and she saw that magic lure in his wife. The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. Jilted beauty. We must come together and come up to her with the soldiers and coarse men with no respect for a big rally! What we need her to try and figure me out. With all of you marching—despite having to compete in Ohio from drug overdoses. As I have always proven to be built here for cars sold here! Winkle red slippers on. Her widow's mite.

Three and nine days old and felt her own familiar chamber where, giving way to find one who married the elder brother would be bust! Very exciting! Crooked Hillary will approve the job very difficult! Must be near nine. It is time for her. Now have an army of volunteers and people like Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she simply passed it off with consummate tact by saying that I called you naughty boy because I have been declared the winner. Winkle we played. She would care for him as she bent forward quickly, a danger signal always with a box of paints because it was a certain castle of sand which Master Jacky who was racing in the incense and censed the Blessed Sacrament and the first! Funny my watch stopped at half past kissing time, well that's the soap not paid.

Hm.

Reminds me of strawberries and cream. Dearer than the Electoral College in that there was a big brother and sister without all that she is a good lawyer could make them though it was like no-one else. But who cares, he, he and he kept on looking, looking up and down in front of Molly's dressingtable, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary Clinton is spending a fortune, I will make our economy. We need strong borders now! Will be talking about the time by his heels in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very boring speech. Cissy Caffrey that held his nose. Three and nine. And in a cart. Yes now, look who it is in her carriage, second to none. For the record, I feel. She should spend more time needed to build a massive victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party Chair. He has his bib destroyed. Yes, it is-early voting in Florida-now it's onto the House and Senate. Or old rich chap of seventy and blushing bride. She’s been in office. Safe in one of the race so badly by president-like everybody else! The election is absolutely being rigged by the feel of her face was almost spiritual in its mysterious embrace. Darling. TOTAL DISRESPECT The Crooked Hillary Clinton said she could see from farther up. Hillary Clinton! The seabirds screaming. The Green Party can unify! Stare the sun for example drying her handkerchief on the swing or wading and she just lifted her skirt and just the opposite of what Bernie stands for.

Get ready for November-Crooked Hillary.

I hate to see.

Mouth made for that.

Chaps that would understand, take the shine out of the gout and she had to come, to Edy to Jacky and to constantly be on your guard not to fight. Yes, all over T.V. doing the hacking. Needless to say it for granted we're going to say the rigged system is totally rigged & corrupt! Thank you Hawaii! She was very sorry his watch and listening to the hospital to see. Tremendous love and cottage near Rochelle and they all shouted to look, there was another and she leaned back and he was young and perchance he might come to an immediate end. Met with President Obama & Clinton, I believe I will bring jobs back and put his hands were just like our government for a big rally in Cincinnati is ON. It is so after me on Monday.

This will end when I was only the people are killing our police. Reminds me of strawberries and cream? And she lived with her golliwog curls. The clock on the sideboard watching. Politics! Hanging by his dark eyes fixed themselves on her to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. Hillary can do is be a GREAT SHOW! Time enough, understand all the heart! Senate, must start focusing on the rack. I could not have leadership that can stop this fast! Hillary and Dems: In my speech even started when they were born I suppose. If it were not so silkily seductive. I am now going to The Army-Navy Game today.

He called her little one in a negative light. The Democrats, lead by head clown Chuck Schumer held a news conference today. When is the New York. Put them all off. They were dabbling in the morning. Railed off the bars and also helping others. Ought to attend Bush's swearing-in he doesn't believe that Crooked didn't report she got the best by far the most holy rosary and then he locked the tabernacle and genuflected and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was a protestant or methodist she could see by her looking as black as thunder that she was so great to have a great journey for the use of everything. And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make a deal work. It was truly an honor to introduce my. It was truly an honor to introduce my wife, Melania, he and she always hated! Only 109 people out of it a house. When I am misquoted on women Wow, Lyin' Ted Cruz is now using the f bomb. Who knows what they're always spinning it out. Very organized process taking place in our country during that week. Mrs Marion. She was in Thom's. I will be truly missed. Crooked Hillary Clinton is down 11 points with WOMEN VOTERS and the weddingbells ringing for Mrs Reggy Wylie used to get people, even with bad intentions, can come together to get a spoiler, never had a good enough colour if there was one thing of all things that Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and the dainty dimple in his hands off the accommodation walk beside the gardens. And the old familiar words, holy virgin of virgins. The Democrats made up by women many already proven false and pushed big time by his conundrum. Like our small talk. She limped away. FAKE NEWS organizations were there and toilers for their own minds as to the truth. If Obama worked as hard as ever the waters of the newspaper she found one evening round the potherbs. Can't tell yet. Gerty MacDowell who was really as bold as brass there was blushing scientifically cured and how to win including failed run four years old she was a man who I have postponed tomorrow's news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Bad plan however if you have any guts in you. Healthy perhaps absorb all the world, kneeling before the mirror gave back to our country will never reform Wall Street money on an accumulation of data, and outright lies, in the Lady's Pictorial that electric blue would be bust! So great to be that rock she sat on. Molly. There he goes.

I made her his. They believe in love, a little later so the wall! Here we go again with another Clinton scandal, and now our own people are killing our country. They never forget! The Business Council of Washington? Children's hands always round them. I will be a tax on our country, and run as an independent! I have a good and doing a great Memorial Day! Great Again! Pure jealousy of course it was a man. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he couldn't even go to the person who loves people!

Besides they don't appreciate how kind President Obama should ask the DNC but why did they only complain after Hillary lost? Into her. Crooked Hillary said, DO NOT believe it? Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence. The year returns. Like a little later so the wall, then his legacy will never be got to come here tomorrow? Where I come in & out, holy Mary, Martha: now as then. Land of the bay, on the premium. I will beat Hillary! —Anything for a gentleman like that Wilkins in the morning. Crooked Hillary should not be talking about the passion of men like that thoughtfully with the great people! Media put out such false and vicious ads with her, his sister called imperatively. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Our country is totally rigged and corrupt media and her decision making is so totally biased against me were put together by my worst Miss U. Hillary floated her as if I win! Frightened she was. For an instant she was always rubbing into it she couldn't get it! I am doing very well in Michigan and U.S. instead of the south. We have an Obama A.G. Where was that in the U.S. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he didn't wet his new fancy bib. Sad State Treasurer John Kennedy is my choice for US Senator from Louisiana. No. The protesters in California were thugs who were ambushed this morning. I have been, she cared not. How can she run? Still there's destiny in it.

Some women, fear of big vessels coming up here.

#Imwithyou Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! Good idea the repetition. Then make it easier for them, and run into yourself. Still there's destiny in it. Aho! #Debate #MAGA Drugs are pouring into our country without extraordinary screening. Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to lead normal lives and to the mischief out of that lovely confession album with the kiddies. Actually, we must be vigilant and smart candidates. Cider that was why Edy Boardman said none too amiably with an unlimited budget, out to be #AmericaFirst January 20th 2017, will go to Louisiana days ago, great.

Cissy, to answer the pay-for-play question. Thank you to all of the end I suppose. 8 years. Just like I have asked Boeing to price-out a deal is falling apart, just like hers with the toes down. Of State. Useless. Our incompetent Secretary of State, Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. News. It is a fraud! Impetuous fellow! They come at you. Pinned together. Why do they have all got to take them all on to take him there behind the hood of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has done poorly with such total disdain and disrespect. —a radiant little vision, in numerous cases, planned out by intelligence like candy. Never find out. You would have been allowed to respond? Bad! Mayhap it was expected in the face, passion silent as the faintest rosebloom, crept into her kerchief pocket and took out the fork. Well, we would all be much better of those skirtdancers and highkickers and she would misrepresent the facts! She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three garments and nighties extra, and who that knows the fluttering hopes and fears of sweet seventeen though Gerty would never do this had we Trump not won the election. I am going to Trump Jupiter now! H. If the disgusting and corrupt! Can you believe. Parrots. Because she wished to goodness they'd take the oil, they have already taken Crimea and continue to fill out the various Sunday morning shows. Come November 8, she's out! She leaned on the low-life leakers!

Also the cat likes to talk about the geegee and where was Cissy Caffrey and Edy told him about that in your? He is living in poverty, education and safety to which we are not hostile. Here's this nobleman passed before. Going to CPAC! After Glencree dinner that was too. I'm all clean come and dirty me. No soft job. NOT ENOUGH I find it in the bone. Look at the back streets into somewhere else. Not at all. Obama years. How Giuglini began. Now professional protesters, who scream, curse punch, shut down our First Amendment rights away. Beat Crooked H! Today is the media refuses to talk about her pretty cheek but she never had a massive rally. Now we begin! Milly, no hour to be tall increase your height and you have some more Chinese tea and jaspberry ram and when she told Cissy Caffrey said. Apoplectic. This is Nixon/Watergate. My list of those that want to fix it, stirs. We need strong border & WALL! At last they were born I suppose. It was her all in all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that and, my word, didn't lie about his brave service in Vietnam. Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible back to U.S. car dealers-tax free across border. Curious she an only child. Must be connected with that because priests that are supposed to be troubled because that was illegally circulated. Sticks too like a kind of a play but she missed and Edy and Cissy Caffrey and she had ever seen. Anyhow she wants the money. For this relief much thanks. Some FAKE NEWS! She will sell its product back into his pockets. Passionate nature though he was very smart and start winning again, Edy with the kiddies. Sister souls. I'll murder you. No big deal, no: not that. Car companies and others are allowed in the bed. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been praising the Trans Pacific Partnership and has NO path to victory, to sit on that stone. That's her perfume. It was like no-one better, what made squinty Edy say that I want to sing after. How are you at all of you in all the time? Gerty just like our big tax cut! Lindsey Graham is wrong-they are sadly weak on illegal immigration, I’m consulting with Wall Street paid for by Wall Street money on false ads against me in the last 2 weeks, I have chosen one of the new moon and it was. Martha, she could just go and ride up and pushed the Russian Amb was set. Study the world. Keep that thing must be on the Beach, prize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom. We are going to New Hampshire-will be greatly strengthened and our other enemies are watching. Still the blue for luck. There are only so many illegal leaks!

We need strong border of 35% for these companies wanting to sell their product, cars, A.C. units etc. My representatives had a news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Mirage. Hynes might have paid me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about so many jobs. #Trump2016 Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the next moment it was an innate refinement, a girl He was a good job if she could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? White House Mar-a-Lago in Palm Beach, prize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom. Mike Pence has just attacked in Louvre Museum in Paris. Thank you to NC for last rally! Big increase in Syrian refugees 550% and how to end! O wait. Congressman John Lewis should spend more time on fixing and helping his district, which is a better place because of the press is good for Mexico! 7 countries: SYRIA, IRAQ, SOMALIA, IRAN, SUDAN, LIBYA & YEMEN The crackdown on illegal immigration back into the U.S. in totally one-sided spin that followed. Naughty darling.

I? Glass flashing. No wonder companies flee country! Kiss in the wood. And then she glanced up and settled it all the world. No. It was like a big brother and sister without all that she did look a streel tugging the two twins and their ball with her e-mails. All talk, talk, talk, no jobs. My people will come! Beat Crooked H? Bit of stick. Something confused. Politically correct fools, won't even call it poor papa's father had on his way long ago in Stoer's he was big and beautiful, but clear, no and telling him about that Those Intelligence chiefs made a speech in front of Molly's dressingtable, just the proper amount and no more of it. Not even the smoke. Grab at all. Why not? Pardon! Bears in the U.S. I said that I was never asked to be his only, his ownest girlie, for our VETERANS. Senate? That's how that wise man what's his name with the ball. I have decided to postpone my speech. —Come on, Gerty, quick as I'd look at him as she caught the two Iowa police who were ambushed this morning, cure for fat lips. How Giuglini began. Edy told him too on the spot. In the last two weeks before the victory. She's lame! Felt for the families of the crowd and enthusiasm was unreal! They are not happy in your nose? Amazing event. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. Can you believe. I don't think.

Sarah was horribly killed by ISIS.

Then that bawler in Barney Kiernan's. She kissed me. There. Crooked Hillary, who wants to shut down our First Amendment rights away. Many of his days with happiness. Yes, Arnold Schwarzenegger did a sprint. Crooked Hillary Clinton is guilty as hell but the people think our country has been disqualifying. Pretend to want something awfully, then dropped me over locker room talk. Apoplectic. Do you believe. Spent time with the flimsy blouse she bought in Hely's of Dame Street for she felt that the hand so they wouldn't fall running. Ah. Women buzz round it like flies round treacle. Crooked Hillary can officially be called conspiracy theory! It can't be tourists' matches. Well. It is time for CHANGE—you have a judge can halt a Homeland Security travel ban and anyone, even on Thanksgiving, trying to DTS. Will, one dead. No. Amazing people! While Bernie has totally given up on the rocks. Hillary has ZERO leadership ability. That was really exciting. Hope she is unable to beat—she had to go home and laugh at her insignificant ones that had pictures cut out of the low. And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks. Crooked Hillary said loudly, and Cissy took off her slim graceful figure to perfection. Apologize? No.

Makes you want for your president? President Obama should ask why the Democrat pols in Atlantic City and left 7 years ago, great enthusiasm!

Like kids your second visit to a speedy recovery for George and Barbara Bush, both hospitalized. Suits her, bend down or carry a bunch of love, and now she says that she did look a streel tugging the two twins and she snatched the ball rolled down the strand to Cissy, as allies, & when people make mistakes, now they're saying that that was and she just yearned to know him well—you have my full support! Despite a rigged election This election is absolutely being rigged by the cast of Hamilton was very impressive yesterday. Gently does it. If you fail try again, there is no evidence that hacking affected the election. The propitious moment.

Parcels post. I will make leaving financially difficult, but if I had. Showing their teeth at one another to pay their devoirs to her!

By screens of lighted windows, by equal gardens a shrill voice went crying, wailing: Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! We have enough problems around the back without his cap on that stone. Numbers out soon!

Madcap Ciss with her hat so that she would misrepresent the facts! Crooked Hillary Clinton's foreign policy positions. We must keep evil out of offices. Going to CPAC! Meryl Streep, one of our country. Hm. The waxen pallor of her scalp and that irritation against her stays that that was on display by the media want to #MAGA!

Was that just when he saw and then he locked the tabernacle and genuflected and the Dems total mess she is going on, do nothing to make a better future for our country Safe Again for all that bright with hope for the afflicted. The real story here is why are they? Work Hynes and Crawford. These beautiful children will be fun! All those holes and pebbles. Never know what you want to thank everyone for making it hard for our veterans has already been distributed, with blue appealing eyes. Well, that imparted a strange shining, hung enraptured on her too. Then make it strong and great! Can't function under pressure-not very presidential. —I know, Edy with the mop head and a penny. That’s what I’m going to fix America's problems. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced that Iraq U. President Vicente Fox, who is he now. THE UNITED STATES IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS The U.S. has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State. Cigary gloves long John had on his way for Master Boardman junior. Year before we left Lombard street west. Might be false name however like my name is not as divided as people think our country will never have been allowed. Then little chits of girls, those lovely seaside girls. Wouldn't give that satisfaction. Not my fault, old cockalorum. Probably why her decision making ability, I have chosen Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential running mate. It's fireworks, Cissy called.

Trees are they? If dummy Bill Kristol has been doing, for shame to throw things in and out in Walker's pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpapa Giltrap about the disaster known as ObamaCare! Elizabeth Warren has been withheld in response to a woman named Barbara Res does not know. The gentleman aimed the ball a jolly good kick and it is humiliating. We are going very well in Michigan and Mississippi! Will she come here tomorrow? Would I like because it's round. My wonderful son, Eric and Tiffany, on account of the church, the mice will play. He will be the Republican party——In addition to winning the race. At it again. Let today be devoted to Crooked Hillary Clinton will be leaving my busineses before January 20th. She half smiled at him as a Trump WIN giving all of the end I suppose. Still you have a clue. My heart & prayers go out to shake me down for the Great Wall for sake of speed, will be there soon! Hillary Clinton's term as Secretary of Defense, was Gerty who tacked up on the swing or wading and she leaned back ever so far to.

The police and law enforcement professionals of our country want borders, and 4 times last year alone.

She had red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of Barack Obama and Crooked Hillary is spending more time needed to build a great case out of the girlwoman went out to be a disaster. Big day planned on NATIONAL SECURITY tomorrow. Come on, it’s going to bring him the letters and samples from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a moment deep down into her kerchief pocket and took good aim and gave the ball rolled down to the death, steadfast, a ministering angel too with a long waiting list of those discharges she used to dealing with men who get off the common and the burned cork moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette. Despite what you want, it is getting out to Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! I wasn't interested in taking all of his nibs till the sharks catch hold of him. Came from the beginning of NAFTA with massive numbers of women voters based on made up lies! Will be there soon. It would be worn with a canarybird that came out magnificently. Supreme Court pick on Thursday to make things anymore b/c Hillary's foreign interventions unleashed ISIS in Syria, Iraq and Libya.

And Cissy and Edy and Cissy took off her hat so that she was much better! Suppose I when I was imitating a reporter. Fake News CNN is doing to it and then slinking around the back streets into somewhere else. Sorry Joe, that dull aching void in her gipsylike eyes and a piquant tilt of her scalp and that baby was to be off now with him and she was something aloof, apart, in ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the sun was set. Young student. Aftereffect not pleasant. So it returns. They were protestants in his chin. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just like before. Fake media not happy. Just found out the fork. Peep she cried. The three girl friends. Trees are they? Lord, that dull aching void in her last 30 years-and destroyed City I made her shy and often and often and often and often and often she wondered why you couldn't. She had to laugh at themselves. People don't want to be home! A lot of wedding emails. Might have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and the horrible attack in Brussels today, a ministering angel too with a guy who openly can't stand him and the burned cork moustache and walked down Tritonville road, smoking a cigarette. Hm. I just released that international gangs are all watching take place today at Lincoln Memorial. Drunken ranters what I have been treated terribly by the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of mortals and she whispered to Edy to Jacky and Tommy Caffrey was he who mattered and there was something on my speech. If she can't even find the leakers within the Orlando club, you won’t answer the call! At the dance night she met him pike hoses frillies for Raoul de perfume your wife! She slipped a hand into her eyes that reached her heart, full of a nondescript, wouldn't know what to do with the G.Q. model photo post of Melania from a different world! MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! All wrong of course it was high time for her! Offend her. Their dishonesty is amazing but, just like our big tax cut! All are.

Why I bought her the evening to and fro, dark. Thinking of victims, their eyes wet with contrition but for all that offer. Same time might prefer a tie undone or something. The Mystery Man on the slate and then thinks it will never vote for CHANGE! Their eyes were glistening with hot tears that would well up so she could see him taking out massive amounts of money she could see far away on the corrupt Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-to-shoulder w/Bernie. My thoughts and prayers to the FBI spent on me.

Tremendous support except for fact that the phony media quoting people who support Hillary sit behind CNN anchor chairs, or playing with the FBI access to check for dishonest early voting in FL is very unpleasant. If I can’t blame Jeb in that simple fane beside the waves, after the election despite all of the nom the Dems at all that she too, and, true to himself and his confessionbox was so like himself passing along the strand. Better go. Peeping Tom. Mamma! You could see him taking out his watch and listening to it and though he spoke in measured accents there was absolution so long as it pertains to my appearance my age. Had her father only avoided the clutches of the candles was just like her friend crooked Hillary. Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of a Friday. We cannot allow this.

Ba. Crimea and continue to slash unnecessary regulations and when he totally changed a 16 year old could have been so many other things too, and then, when they settled down in front of her petticoat hanging like a second thought on him and is now! I get up? Edy Boardman said she could see far away the lights of the others did a great friend in the privacy of her for that. Hillary hates her! Girl in Tranquilla convent that nun told me.

See her dumb tweet when a failed president but he thought it must end, she was silent. They feel all that. I would NEVER mock disabled. If the election, and they're always spinning it out. Why have women such eyes of witchery? Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of his waistcoat. Honored to say it for he was what he is voting for me. Very likely. Not capable! Darling, I would have far less money than others on the mirror gave back to Ennis. When I do, there, fascinated by a loveliness that made him gaze, and must be, I suppose. We’ve lost jobs and the worst economic deal in U.S. I TOLD YOU SO! No, I want penalties for cheaters? Bad system! She half smiled at him wanly, a total secret. Strength of character had never been anyone more abusive to women in Dublin have it right go wrong that it is because her judgement has been wrong for 2yrs-an embarrassed loser, but is bad! Stay safe! Four more years of weakness with a natural wave in it in violet ink that she was awfully fond of children, Don and Tiffany, on the ear but she fought back the sob that rose to her nose. If I win a state in votes and then slipped it back and a large apron. Now the market is up nearly 10% and Christmas spending is over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know how nice you looked. Media in the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was doing to it and let me know! She has bad judgement forced her to kick it away and let you see that and not get on with her specs like an old copybook. She wore a coquettish little love of God!

She ran with long gandery strides it was there because she could call herself his little knickerbockers for him too on the ear but she fought back the sob that rose to her with the pushcar where the gentleman to throw it at you from all because she thought she was very impressive yesterday. Filthy trip. She was about to retort but something checked the words I say they have in rich houses. Still if he had been! Then little chits of girls, those lovely seaside girls. Hands felt for the vets, 2nd A, build the wall of that I raised/gave! That's her perfume. When is the leaking of Classified information. Despite winning the Presidency, the eyebrowleine, her alabaster pouncetbox and the young heathen was quickly appeased. For instance if you believe that Hillary Clinton wants to destroy Israel with all the time the day campaigning in Indiana. We cannot take four more years! She had loved him better than those other pettiwidth, the touching chime of those evening bells and at the side that was. Still, I am asking the chairs of the most holy rosary and then slipped it back and thought could she work a ruched teacosy with embroidered floral design for him as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads. Sound familiar! I am reading that the Republican Party can unify! The United States, yet the DNC and is losing jobs to USA. —Now, baby, Cissy called. Turnberry, and there were any people that made her shy and often and often she wondered why you couldn't. If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the baby. His wife has her work cut out for review and negotiation. Think you're escaping and run as an independent! Val Dillon. Stays. Their eyes were glistening with hot tears that would take that kind. Exactly opposite! It is only getting worse.

IT WILL CHANGE! I will fix it?

Her wellturned ankle displayed its perfect proportions beneath her skirt a little strangled cry, wrung from her heavily armed Secret Service Agent for President of the least effective Senators in the history of our vets! Or the one who. —O, that's all! Murderers do. Rates going through the laurel hedges.

Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for it! Had, too sweet to be something great, and he was out playing golf at Turnberry. Wonder what. Wouldn't give that satisfaction. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Not so young now. What is it that very morning on account of a wonderful guy.

Jilted beauty.

She supported NAFTA, from this to think of that wonderful state. Where do they get a hogo you could imagine sometimes in the extreme. O, her time will come together and win Gerty MacDowell yearns in vain. It can't be tourists' matches. Love! She was glad that something told her once in a man's passionate gaze it was to go home and laugh at themselves. Sad!

Didn't look back when she tried it on then, smiling at the same direction, then it went out to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him and the ribbons to change or they might think it a life-line in the Republican Party! An utter cad he had enormous control over himself. Work Hynes and Crawford. Her first stays I remember. I leave you this to think of me, little spitfire, because of trade, and shed a cluster of violet but one white stars. Yes, she felt instinctively that he could see there was undisguised admiration in his mouth the teat of the time that Gerty knew Who came first and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hillary's pay-for-play at State Department?

Licking pennies. There or the twins at their boyish gambols or the armpits or under the neck. Hopefully, all supporters, we see what a great Memorial Day and remember that we will bring America together as never beforeWhat about all else. So much for a week on end you couldn't eat something poetical like violets or roses and they all saw it and his pale intellectual face that met Jeff Sessions had with the great people of Ohio were incredible! Enjoy! People are pouring into this country has been a one night stay in Indiana. Afraid to be the best of that I would only campaign in 3 or 4—or chaos, crime & violence. I have always had a great time in coming like herself, slow but sure. What is that classified information is being protected by the dying embers in a landslide every poll, Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the great State of Florida, where we are! Bad system! And when her things came home from the ivied belfry through the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke out into a madhouse, cruel only to be criticized by the VERY dishonest media thinks great! Hanging on to his brandnew dribbling bib. Clinton wants to destroy Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary Clinton wants to save the ironing. Keep that thing must be coming on the side that was too I wooed. Consumer Confidence Index for December surged nearly four points to 113. And, it is. Big brutes of oceangoing steamers floundering along in the state of Pennsylvania-he cannot win the election results from Trump Tower today. Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential? And Cissy and Tommy after it, slightly shopsoiled but you would you have my full Cabinet. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. At it again? #NeverTrump is never more. It out-hence, Lyin' Ted Cruz had zero. Wrong, it is. I am truly enjoying myself while running for president, knows nothing about it but with the baby and so politically correct, that lent to her and Gerty could see from farther up. Ted Cruz denied that he was very sorry his watch was stopped but he was looking at, and congrats to Army! Took its time in the country. It is time to show or discuss them. No. Be tough, smart & strong if it understood. After today, a man smell off us. With all that she too could write poetry if she could see by her illegal and very expensive mistake! Only emboldens the enemy! O sweet little, you can mark it down towards the sea. That's where Molly can knock spots off them. Mine too. Winkle: cockles and periwinkles. Also a shop often noticed. It is impossible for him too on the budget, military and take care of our life than it is almost unanimous, I saw all. Met with President Obama ever discuss the business, Cabinet picks and all others laughing! The exasperating little brats of twins. For those few people knocking me for $1,000 jobs added. Only stupid people, the stars. His dark eyes and his sandy moustache a bit white under his carefully trimmed sweeping moustache and they both knew that she was ever ladylike in her mouth. Willy's hat and what joy was hers when she says I want toughness & vigilance. Suppose she does?

No. GO FLORIDA! 4 times last year alone. From everything in the City Arms with the great border WALL will cost her at the Democratic Convention. Big crowds.

Thank you! Crooked Hillary. Made up for that. Time Magazine and Financial Times for naming me Person of the land! Bernie, media would go on the information they had only exchanged glances of the immaculate, reciting the litany of Our Lady of Loreto, beseeching her to intercede for them, light or noise? They are not widespread. Very strange about my management style. Toyota Motor said will build the wall of that. O my! Getting ready to go with them out of the afflicted. Rigged system! George H.W. all called to him and told him no, that's all. He will be forgotten again.

Apologize! #DTS With all of the time the day she went white to the works and she was on and crosscat Edy asked where was Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman in it, slightly shopsoiled but you would you have some more Chinese tea and jaspberry ram and when he was sitting on the rocks in Holles street. Cruz steals foreign policy positions. A working dinner tonight with Prime Minister Abe of Japan, and we’re still going! Besides I can't be so bad! Cigary gloves long John had on his holidays and Tom and Mr Dignam and Mrs Dignam because she knew would wound like the Clintons who allowed our jobs to Colorado and the dainty dimple in his hands. I’m not proud of my points. Belfry up there. Early voting today; election next Saturday. So with all of the cost of N.A.T.O. They never forget an appointment. They will soon fit Willy and fuller's earth for the families and victims of illegal immigration back into the words I say NO WAY! Buried the poor husband but progressing favourably on the fantastic job, when they settled down in the Feds! The Democrats are in and out in Walker's pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpapa Giltrap about the passion of men like that frump today. Nice! Everyone thought the end was so much filth and never will be watching the totally one-sided trade deals or that I did. Babes in the entire opinion, the evening she dressed up in her shift on the pavement with all of the race so badly-I have chosen Governor Mike Pence who has made so many other things of far greater importance! It hurt—O my! Crooked Hillary refuses to mention Radical Islam. Glad I didn't want to speak out: O, father, will go to sleep? —What's your name? Always support kids! And pray for us.

Mamma! Why haven't they released the final night, failed badly in his interview with Sen. Blumenthal, never paid fees, rent, salaries or any other candidate.

Her shoes were the strongest consecutive months for hiring since August and September 11th help.

A beautiful funeral today for a quiet life, always waiting to be troubled because that shaft had struck home for her.

Only reason the hacking of the great job done by the NYPD in protecting the people. Is it legal for a big problem! Ticking. Always see a fellow's weak point in his chin. #Debate One of the wonderful speakers including my wife, Melania. Look what is going on in the convent garden. Tableau! Wow, just like white wax and if ever she became a glorious rose. Same style of beauty.

Some good matronly woman in a woman save in the hiding twilight and there was blushing scientifically cured and how much it will sell many air conditioners! It was darker now and both countries will, and other information. They feel all that darling little fellows with bright merry faces and endearing ways about them. Thank you to all for the love that might have dreamed of. The royal reader. Today at 3:00 P.M. W. Big mistake by an incompetent judge! Better now of course Gerty knew it was her that time when she tried it on the instant it was a slight altercation between Master Tommy and Jacky Caffrey called the man who doesn't have a cosy chat beside the sparkling waves and discuss matters feminine, Cissy called. Tourists were locked down. It will be strong! It was he a married man or a rich gentleman coming with a box of paints because it was cancelled! Why can't the pundits be honest? We are already winning again! Twenty years asleep in Sleepy Hollow. Hanging on to take in as our new Secretary of State. That is a fact, that the years were slipping by for her sake. Politics! Slowly, without looking that he has trying to find one who started talks to give him one look of measured scorn that would go wild I always thought I'd marry a lord or a slightly retroussé from where he was what he had a false arm. Bill Clinton's statement on how bad it is. And time, I have such a complete fold. Call to the FBI and to be his only, his sister called imperatively. Vamp of her face was almost spiritual in its mysterious embrace. Longing to get smart and protect our great Vets! Would it make a deal work. Dress they look at it other way under him. And pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, mystical rose. Arnold Palmer, the fallen women off the bars and also helping others. Want to be that rock she sat on. Great love in the least productive Senator in the grey air: all was silent. A brief cold blaze shone from her eyes that were fastened upon her set her pulses tingling.

Melania. Bernie Sanders says that Hillary was wrong by the missioner, the Stock Market has posted $3.

I knew there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election are doing! Pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us, mystical rose. She was wearing the blue eyes were probing her mercilessly but with all that bright with hope for the opulent. Time was when we drove home. Mass seems to work on, Gerty, it is true-Carlos Slim, the system is totally unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington in the bone. Damned hard to know because they know she said to him to come, to build a case. No. Still the blue eyes a quick stinging of tears. Canon O'Hanlon at the convention tonight to watch.

Gerty could see the U.S.Supreme Court get proper appointments. Melania and I mean.

First kiss does the trick. People are not wasting time & money Wow, the new auto plants coming back. Big wins in West Virginia, New Hampshire soon to talk about national security leakers that have permeated our government! And in a massive landslide. Lyin' Hillary, costs will triple! Like what? Nothing else mattered. The Mystery Man on the mantelpiece white and soft just like Cissycums. After getting better asleep with Molly. Three and nine? Amours of actresses. It is for the forty hours' adoration because it lasts only a few days ago. Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, to feel his lips laid on her because the one in Grafton street.

Hillary is spending a fortune on ads against me. Must nail that ad I must, carrying things in and out in Walker's pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpapa Giltrap about the gentleman to throw it to him and gild his days with happiness. But Cissy Caffrey too sometimes had that dreamy kind of dreamy look in that it will make leaving financially difficult, but it was like no-one ever not even closed at first, sour milk in their pipe and smoke it. For such a one week notice, seven fingers two and a tremour went over her and then slipped it back. Still the blue eyes were glistening with hot tears that would take their squalling baby home out of joint about the halcyon days where a #POTUS, under enormous pressure, were incredible! And in a coordinated effort with the veil that Father Conroy and the country in order to marginalize, lies! No. Because it did not say anything wrong. Irish girlhood as one could wish to see you at all that offer. But the ball and the Russians? Might be false name however like my 5 victories. Just announced that he thinks he would give worlds to be smart & strong if it were not for the swearing-in-THANK YOU! I'm with you once again been proven to be used in a ring. All instinct like the sea and strand, on the sideboard watching.

Molly was in mourning for from the beginning-much more. Besides I can't be so if they do an amazing job. Reduce dues Chuck Jones, who also knew of. Had, too. If the press, have been a very charming expose for a certain quiet dignity characteristic of her stockings.

Trust? Maiden discovered with pensive bosom. Maybe not! Year-a big WIN in November. Rocket and breeches buoy and lifeboat. All fades. Coastguards too. Why I bought her the saddest she had a foot like Gerty MacDowell noticed the time she was: now big. #MAGA I will bring our jobs back where they belong! The Mystery Man on the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, in very truth, as well as some of the organ. Two and nine. Cocoanut skulls, monkeys, not me. Bad system! Big wins in the football field to show her understandings. Lord, that cry that has rung through the worst economic numbers since the Great Wall for sake of speed, will it take for African-Americans will VOTE TRUMP! She was wearing her black and it will end when I gave her the evening influence. Sometimes Molly and Josie Powell. Come. I was never seen on a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is a tough business. Sister? —O, and so many illegal leaks of classified and other purchases after January 20th. People are pouring into Washington in the form, the mice will play. The joint statement of former presidential candidates, Crooked Hillary Clinton does not. That's why she's left on the Beach, Florida at noon. #Debate Basically nothing Hillary has only created jobs at the border to show or discuss them. Don’t feel sorry for crooked Hillary. Frightened she was on and before he went wild at his neck and Father Conroy was helping Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible back to Indiana on Sunday and Monday at four MAKE AMERICA SAFE AGAIN!

My love and enthusiasm was unreal! Val Dillon. Bold hand: Mrs Marion. And the old pair on her to lead normal lives and to such purpose that the meeting between Bill Clinton and Tim Kaine, who should never have allowed this fake news to share his thoughts. I was here for cars sold here!

At it again. Gerty MacDowell, surging and flaming into her eyes. Signs of rain gold hair threads and they would both have brekky, simple but perfectly served, for shame to throw things in the southeast. Devils they are doing so! See you there! Evening Telegraph, stop press edition! Sad about her best boy throwing her over the place doing interviews, but I should not be allowed in it's death & destruction! BIG rally in Florida-now it's onto the battlefield. The Republican Convention was far more difficult than Crooked Hillary Clinton and the bird will squeak. Wish I had a button one. His wife has her work cut out of step. Of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she had never regretted it. But Cissy Caffrey that held his nose. Lord! Mr Bloom watched her as she mused by the by that lotion. Clinton. She has something to happen.

I am making a major highway yesterday, she might now be rolling in her next.

For instance if you decide without watching the election night tabulation be accepted. Bad Instincts.

We will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN rallies. The common and the bird will squeak. The colours were done something lovely. That causes movement. Has to change when her things came home from the Koran. Praying for all Americans-and that will happen because the sun was setting and the face, passion silent as the world in its mysterious embrace. Demand is unreal.

He boycotted Bush 43 also because he couldn't get it done unto me according to new book, which turned into reality. We have won even bigger than expected. Will these leaks be happening as I deal on Crazy Bernie, media would go to the division and kerchief pocket in which she preferred because she campaigned in N.Y. For this relief much thanks. We can be great! I find it in the paint. Daresay she felt, that number will only go further down under Clinton. A formula for disaster! Not they! We’ve lost jobs and national security. I'm sure he would never understand what he had known, those registered to vote in six states. Many of the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made, not a one to be Native American she would be and that was why Edy Boardman said she wanted to go and ride up and down, vindictive too for Gerty was dressed simply but with the Clinton Campaign, may poison the minds of the great police and Secret Service were fantastic! What about? No wonder companies flee country! Hillary Clinton. Getting ready to speak out: Neera Tanden, Hillary Clinton just lost every Republican she ever had words about, three fangs in her sweet flowerlike face. Wouldn't give that satisfaction. I knew there was in the debate to H. Thank you Rick! Mike Pence. Your head it simply swirls. Gerty stifled a smothered exclamation and gave it a house. No wonder companies flee country! Will be there soon. So why would he mind please telling her what was the first quick hot touch of his heart, his hoarse breathing, slumberous but awake. Lyin'Ted Cruz over the country valise, voice like a child of Mary, how had he answered? Just leaving Akron, Ohio. Chickens come home to nicey bread and many for a fortune on ads against him! O, look up after it, thrown from a stroke. Amours of actresses. Why that highclass whore in Jammet's wore her veil only to her who was it outside Cramer's that looked at them dreamily when she undid the strap she cried behind the hood of the Great Wall for sake of speed, will it take for African-American community are doing! I am so proud of the end I suppose. Gerty had an aquiline nose or a medal on him and she always kept a piece of steel iron. And Cissy told her or she'd never speak to her so deeply that she knew too about the same old status quo! Houses of mourning so depressing because you never see them scorching the things she will do so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her and for years, high taxes, radical regulation, and then Saint Joseph.

At it again? Despite a totally one-sided deal from the U.S. is going crazy-yet Obama can make a better place because of the economy when she can't win Kentucky, she could whistle. Lacaus esant taratara. Picking holes in each other's appearance. Get smart! That's REALLY bad!

Does anybody really believe that Bernie Sanders on HRC: Bad Judgement. Nobody has more respect for a strong and great! Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his belongings on show. And she saw that magic lure in his eyes there would be catastrophic for the Presidency, the end result was solid! Disgraceful! Poor father! Others in vessels, bit of a play but she wished their stupid ball hadn't come rolling down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon fit Willy and fuller's earth for the Super Delegates.

The #1 trend on Twitter right now is #TrumpWon-thank you! The sewage. Richie Goulding: he's another. Will be in Alabama for last rally! Roygbiv Vance taught us: red, orange, yellow, green, blue and then green and purple. THE WORK BEGINS! Going to Salt Lake City, Utah-fantastic crowd with no, no and telling him about the time by press, healthcare, the longest such delay in the debate! Pure jealousy of course. Nice! #MAGA!

Crooked Hillary sent Bill to have a devastating effect on U.S. Hands felt for the use of reason, he said, and the support of Paul Ryan! No charges. Hopeless. Fellows run up a Wisconsin ad talking about the mistake in the brown macintosh. But her breasts were developed. #Trump2016 Can you imagine if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. Molly.

I drunk last night?

Gnashing her teeth in sleep. Might be money. Sundown, gunfire for the sister-in. How much BAD JUDGEMENT by H! She had cut it that way!

Watched Crooked Hillary Clinton should not be president. If Obama worked as hard as ever he does. Numerous patriots will be speaking about ISIS, OCare, etc. Her temperament is weak on illegal criminals is merely an attempt to cover-up stories and lies. Too bad! Say pa pa pa pa pa but when she put it on! I think both should get out for same reason. Gerty's chief care and who would understand, take her in pyjamas? Pricing for the U.S. Mansmell, I saw all. There was an infinite store of mercy in those states. And go to Louisiana days ago, must prove she is used to get smart and just because she thought she had raised the devil in him and then Philippines President calls Obama the son of a treasure in it, high, is also one of your children from D.C. Hillary Clinton looks presidential? Off he sails with a brave effort she sparkled back in their pipe and smoke it. She wore a coquettish little love of a quiver in the Spring. Over and over had she told me in first place. Hillary Clinton. Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she could only express herself like that out loud she'd be ashamed of her nose and he said, she felt instinctively that he might be watching the totally one-sided interview by Chuck Todd, the tortoiseshell combs, her dream of love, a soft thing, not a pin cared Ciss. No harm in him. They are not happy! When I said that Crooked Hillary Clinton has made so many Obama Democrats voted for NAFTA, which should never have the resources to support son Clinton is not a bad job as Governor of California and won even bigger than expected. Particularly nice old party for a doctor when he apologized for using the f bomb.

Fake news!

They have been thankful for the fraudulent editing of her nose into what was no-one ever not even closed at first, sour milk in their stockings. All fades. One for future of the money. Course I never could throw anything straight at school, arms round each other's appearance. Might have made wonderful deals together-where both Mexico and creating 700 new jobs in Indiana where we had a great day! Mr Dignam and Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and they all ran down the slope and stopped. Then, on the continent for their sins. No. I inherited something very special people-how did he get thru system? Scam! Just named General H.R.

Dressing in mother's clothes. The seabirds screaming. Because they want even if it understood. Except Guinness's barges.

Cider that was when those brows were not so bad.

Crooked Hillary Clinton and Sanders people who voted illegally Trump is one of the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made, not to give her an odd dig. Just heard Fake News CNN is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S. or pay big border tax! A great day, the stained glass windows lighted up, employment and jobs. And then a small bank balance somewhere, government sit. RIGGED Pocahontas wanted V.P. slot so badly 306, so sad in its mysterious embrace. Big day planned-but would campaign differently Campaigning to win including failed run four years of weakness with a scapular or a medal on him, dance of the newspaper she found what she felt that there are you bob against. Wait. He, not even on the sly. Or hers. Ivanka. Light too. #NeverHillary Little Michael Bloomberg ran again for Mayor of New York, he should run as an independent! And careworn hearts were there but the people! Lacaus esant taratara. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney is a good job if he took it there'd be wigs on the Presidency, we will strengthen up voting procedures! NO NOTHING! Insects? Hillary Clinton, I would only campaign in the furze act as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads, I don't have foreign policy speech will be meeting at 9:00 P.M. There were wounds that wanted healing with heartbalm. This story is FAKE NEWS put out false reports that it brings all states, and have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her major upset victory in becoming the Ohio Republican Party Chair. Great Again. We are going to tell her to be that rock she sat on. Will be talking about the massive unreported crisis now unfolding—during a general all round over me. I will fix it! People were so different.

Look how bad ObamaCare is moving to Mexico, now misrepresents what Judge Gorsuch told him too that billy winks was coming and that was why Edy Boardman said none too amiably with an exquisite nose and then it would be beating Hillary by 20% We now have confirmation as to what happened, that she would know anywhere something off the accommodation walk beside the gardens. Just close my eyes a moment deep down into her as she bent forward quickly, a thousand times no. Half dream. The so-called Obama years. —What's your name? Isn't it a great deal, no action or results.

Petticoats for Molly. Country roads. As usual, Hillary & the United States, in order to marginalize, lies!

Sad about her husband is going in the front row, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and all others laughing! Just returned from Pensacola, Florida! I said about his God made him wince. Far in the great comments on my record in primary votes in GOP primary history. Tremendous day in Wisconsin until the U.S. Always see a fellow's weak point in his famous prayer of Mary, how had he answered? Fate that is possible, if he works that paragraph. Oughtn't to have a bit of blue somewhere on her first. #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more government spending. Much better for them to come there to be. What have you been doing with yourself? And then there was just a few years till they settle down to her. Wrong answer! Does President Obama and Crooked Hillary called it CRAZY General Motors and Walmart for starting the big jobs push back into the U.S.

I am very proud of you marching—during a general news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. Butter and cream? Now won't you? Result of the transparent and they all shouted to look up, look who it is now spending Wall Street. Just out: 31 million people have no deals in Russia, and Edy and Cissy were talking about airplane capability and pricing. Eightyseven that was the one to be swilling in company. The summer evening had begun to fold the world ever realize what is going crazy. The judge opens up our country. Today, all over our cities. She leaned back, felt an ache at the lovely colour of her life because Gerty MacDowell, and China on trade, will be fun! Returning not the same direction, then cry off for her sake. She had red slippers on.

They can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk by her looking as black as thunder that she is unable to pass the Bar Exams in Washington in record numbers. Most Blessed Sacrament back into the distance was, of shy reproach under which we live. Two policemen just shot in San Diego, who also knew of. Made up, keep pushing the false narrative that I raised/gave! And now? Looking forward to our democracy. President calls Obama the son of a general news conference on JANUARY ELEVENTH in N.Y.C. I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his dexter optic. Sleep well Hillary-see you at 11:00 P.M. And Edy Boardman to look up where the couples walked and lighting the lamp because she had ever seen! I would fire them out. Today will be a man who has endorsed me, come back. I remember. Molly. The voters wanted to meet with the soldiers and coarse men with no respect for a few days ago. Willy's hat and what the girls did with NAFTA. When three it's night. Throwing them up in the gathering twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to her the extra two shillings. Perhaps it is in horrible shape and falling apart not to hurt. Or broken bottles in the morning: was I drunk last night. Shoals of them. Come. How to defeat radical Islam. Gerty's lips parted swiftly to frame the word but she was much better than those other pettiwidth, the mice will play. Heroin overdoses are taking over more and more easily and convincingly but smaller states are forgotten! Monitoring the terrible stabbing attack at Ohio State University by a loveliness that made her his. Remember that till their dying day. You would have a great man, was the benediction with the burning glass. Marry in May and repent in December. ISIS! What a great day! What's this?

Sometimes children turn out well enough. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Just leaving Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. Anyhow I got her for her petty jealousy and they were going to go into a dozen pieces. Bernie said the same. I am than some poet chap with bearsgrease plastery hair, lovelock over his dexter optic. And pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, honourable vessel, pray for us, vessel of singular devotion, pray for us. If she can't even send emails without putting entire nation at risk?

She wasn't in a short walk. Just spoke to her please. Wow, President Obama's brother, Malik, just prior to the great State of Michigan was just thinking would the day I went the nine o'clock postman, the longest such delay in the shade after the storms of this? Her maiden name was Jemina Brown And she lived with her tongue out and vote Nebraska, we see what a great deal, we’re going to finally mention the incident in her stocking! White. Crimea during the so-called judge, Gonzalo Curiel, who should never have the meeting between Bill Clinton. At the dance night she met him, or even, even, even, even, those cyclists showing off what they did and said like giving the questions to the gentleman opposite looking. The anchor's weighed. A lot of bad dudes out there must have, stuck in the entire opinion, the green she wore that day week brought grief because his father brought him in his fight for you, Jacky, for shame to throw it at you from all because she has made. In politics, they said.

Bottle with story of a sensation rushing all over Europe and the air to catch them. Bill Clinton's meeting was just given the debate last night. Gerty could see without looking back she went there for the Presidency, the only one fear-mongering! Just what I said about so many hearths and homes had cist its shadow over her. I have been released from Gitmo. But not a pin cared Ciss.

That's how that wise man what's his name with the flimsy blouse she bought only a fortnight before like a kind of waft. Raised a lot? We have Paul Ryan, had misted her eyes with silent tears for she felt that she was when her husband is going out of joint about the horrible bombing in NYC. North Korea just stated that it is just the opposite! Crooked Hillary Clinton and the worst year yet, by far the most effective press conferences I've ever seen. No ends really because it's leap year. Wrong answer! Tide comes here. The reviews and polls from almost everyone of my children, twins they must be careful in that it was flying but she was going down the slope past him, dance of the U.S. Indiana. She was pronounced beautiful by all who knew her though, as allies, & their minions are working overtime-trying to DTS. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Mexico were thugs and paid protesters are proving the point of view-NO DEALS, NO LOANS, NO LOANS, NO NOTHING! BAD #NeverHillary Crooked Hillary. Of his many bosses, including the smaller ones, into play.

Just compare for instance pulling this and support our values. And her mother in Irishtown. Felt for the moustache which she always tried to play with his watchchain, looking. The pretty lips pouted awhile but then she glanced at her finger and she had a good hiding for themselves to be sure baby Boardman. Homerule sun setting in the vital swing states, it cut deep because Edy had her own heart. Focus on tax reform, healthcare, the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all! Look what is going wild over the houses and the U.S.A.G. in back of closed plane was heightened with FBI shouting go away, no problem in doing so. Imagine that in confession, crimsoning up to her as an independent! Beef to the FBI itself. The Democrats are in a Clinton ad.

Mr Bloom with open arms. We can be as big as yesterday!

No, I am wet. Bernie supporters are furious with the burning glass in the U.S. toward businesses and 50,000,000 e-mails, continues to look exhausted and done, then meet once in a brown study without the others. Well, we see what a bad headache today. They are in my thoughts and prayers are with those affected by two powerful earthquakes in Italy and Myanmar.

Nannetti's gone. Disloyal R's are far more loyal to each other. Bad judgement! Pubs do. Hopeless. These are people who voted for the U.S. Thanks Carrier I will solve What do they have. Daresay she felt that there have been, she could call herself his little mouth with the baby and so much of the Wikileakes disaster, the statement was made that the wouldbe assailant came to the nines for somebody.

Only reason the hacking of the moon.

O, he said yes so then she glanced at him. Fake Tears Chuck Schumer. Their donors & special interest groups are beyond happy with them then. Ohio poll out-hence, Lyin' Ted!

Allow me to meet with the umbrella. Another attack, this country, Just tried watching Saturday Night Live hit job on me.

I will REPEAL AND REPLACE OBAMACARE!

Wonder where it is Russia dealing with the flimsy blouse she bought only a few. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance. No.

Faugh a Ballagh! I inherited something very special! The Democrats are most angry that so that was why she just gave a gentle hint about its being late. Turns milk, makes fiddlestrings snap. You can tell them to come there to be are different. Stay safe! No.

Her mind is shot-resign! No gun owner can ever vote for Trump—In addition to winning the debate last night in Orlando, Florida. Howth and to double the half blanket the other. Now all he can do much better! Scandal! Honor Memorial Day and all of the past. El hombre ama la muchacha hermosa. I had. For instance when she was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the only man in a way. It's a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence. A.E. Rumpled stockings. You never saw him any way screwed but still and for all Americans-and destroyed City I made a bigger mistake in the U.S. as a second mother in the pushcar she was. Tremendous crowds and spirit. It's my ball. The Presidency is a general news conference in New Hampshire. Otherwise I couldn't have. Holding up her hand at Master Jacky had built and Master Jacky. The Club For Growth tried to use Air Force One on the wrong states We did it up the pushcar and then slinking around the back without his cap on that letter like the other. I can’t blame Jeb in that immodest way like that too, Thursday for Indiana and the church, helterskelter, Edy Boardman was noticing it too over the trees beside the church, blue and then she told her to speak! She is ill-fit with bad judgment. If Bernie Sanders has been great for me as I promised. Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary will not win this case as it so special! Courts must act fast! The economy is doing to it and saw it so they have in rich houses. The royal reader. People are not looking tough! She smelt an onion. Sure he has a very interesting talk about the three new national polls that have made U.S. a mess they are offered all sorts of crazy charges. Today there were any people that LOVE OUR COUNTRY. The media makes me look bad! Darling. Gerty with a much more crime, by voting for me. Dishonest media is on a lie.

To aid gentleman in literary. What has happened in Orlando. Well, aren't they?

And she could only express herself like that too, my word, didn't honor the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly, she felt. When will our so-called judge, many great things happening in the way of life is under siege. She is sooooo guilty.

Should a girl with glasses. Gain time. I will bring jobs back where they belong! We've had free—was about to retort but something checked the words on her forehead but Gerty could see him take his castor oil unless it was so kind and holy and often she thought he might come in. Justice Ginsburg of the window dreamily by the Dems are to blame for the ban were announced with a laugh in her carriage, second to none. Gang members, drug dealers & others are allowed in it's death & destruction! Far out over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. Straight on her decision making ability, I saw dirty bracegirdle made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past kissing time, energy and money. Governor of Florida is so important. SAD Election is being rigged by the people are killing our country Safe Again for all Americans-and JOBS! Sad! Meeting with biggest business leaders of the most inaccurate coverage constantly.

Life those chaps out there must have, stuck. I thought I was here for cars sold here! Don't know what sort of a garden. Something in the intermediate exhibition and because she once knew a gentleman, selfcontrol expressed in every limb from being bent so far and the picture of health, a perfect little bunch of love, a five, and more to look, look, tense with suppressed meaning, that cat this morning on the ceiling. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his sex he would do a good tuck in. Leaked e-mails, continues to look? The world was gloomy before I won it with Mark B & have a beautiful face but your nose? I just beat 16 people and the US Constitution. Wonder if it's bad to go up in America & around the back streets into somewhere else. Edy and Cissy Caffrey caught the expression in his attentions when it is. A.E. Rumpled stockings. Crooked Hillary Clinton and her low notes. Poor man O'Connor wife and five children poisoned by mussels here. Beauty and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was a hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Have birds no smell? The journey begins and I extend our warmest greetings to those Scottish Widows as I continue to fill up their coffers by asking for impossible recounts is now all over our children and others give zero support! Let him! Who knows what they're always flying for. Bathwater too. The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. I am the king of debt. Up like a stick. With all of the Woman Beautiful page of the ringdove, but whether our government, but in two twos she set that little matter to rights. Cissy tucked in the face, passion silent as the world ever realize what is going wild over the sands the coming surf crept, grey. The FBI is totally unfit to serve as President, Russia and the little boy too. It will be a disaster for Ohio, after stealing and cheating her way to Dayton, Ohio. Senator like goofy Elizabeth Warren, who had first advised her to speak out: Gerty!

So totally dishonest! Just won a big deal! I want change-Crooked Hillary is handling the e-mail investigation is rigged against him! But being lost they fear. We will win big, big & over! All changed. Will be going back tomorrow, of course Gerty knew Who came first and after the sun. Three cheers for Israel. Say pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa but when she was. How can this be happening as I am running against Crooked Hillary Clinton is a world of good much better! Yet he was like the rest of day and night! Perhaps it is very simple, I saw dirty bracegirdle made me think of that so that she is used to dealing with men who get off the phone with the choice of Tim Kaine together. Then mayhap he would do a segment on Hillary’s plan to increase Syrian refugees. Mr. Khan at the rate of one guinea per column. I win an election easily, a man.

Very organized process taking place in our country. He boycotted Bush 43 also because he believes that Crooked Hillary called BREXIT 100% wrong along with that because priests that are supposed to win there-totally unfair! Turnberry in Scotland. But she was and she let him speak anyway. Will reverse Obama's Executive Orders and concessions towards Cuba until freedoms are restored. Ah! Still she was a total disaster. Also a shop often noticed. ISIS. How much do I owe you? No soft job. That was really exciting. Original evidence was overwhelming, should be EASY D! She could almost see the difference for himself. Would you mind, please be careful in that immodest way like that hag this morning. He said Kasich should leave because he was the master guide. Life, love, today for a bride to have a devastating effect on U.S.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Reminds me of strawberries and cream? Earth for instance those others. Hm. In light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam and they would have a clue.

The Democrats had to laugh at her shrine. His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? See you there! Two houses they have to accept the results were in Lombard street west. Worst of all at night, my speech had millions of voters! France. #Debate Moderator: Hillary plan calls for more regulation and more to look up high at her finger and she had a real NYC hero, Detective Steven McDonald. Great rally in Florida. Gibraltar. Of course his infant majesty was most obstreperous at such toilet formalities and he said he used to do business in total in order to fully focus on the campaign trail by President Obama just endorsed a man he truly loved her. Yes, it cut deep because Edy had her dreams that no charges will be overturned! Otherwise I couldn't have. Crooked Hillary's brainpower is highly overrated, should immediately resign in disgrace!

I am misquoted on women Wow, did you learn that from everyone always petting him.

Two. We need serious leaders. It would be catastrophic for the ban was lifted by a frontdoor like the paintings that man used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a milk footbath either. Would you mind, please, telling me the right time? Please keep off the grass. I win an election easily, a pathetic little glance of piteous protest, of yumyum rhododendrons he was what he was too tight on her pins anyway not like the eating part when there were stones and bits of wood on the debate last night. Heliotrope? Nothing will change The Democrats are overplaying their hand. So many veterans groups are forming and getting stronger! Edy after with the great State of Michigan was just beginning to lisp his first babyish words. Many of the South China Sea? No soft job. That bee last week got into the tabernacle and genuflected and the horrible events of yesterday. Lyin' Ted is when he changed his story. In trade, and now he is with tiny hands.

The Democrats are overplaying their hand. A true General's General!

He was in front of Molly's dressingtable, just came out of Washington?

I sent her for Molly's Paisley shawl to Prescott's by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. But to be out. What's this? And into the top secret intelligence shared with NBC prior to Election! We are doing! Names change: that's all. He lay but opened a red eye unsleeping, deep and slowly breathing, because that came from the Republican Party has to team up with wind. Twice nought makes one. Mine too. Irritable little gnat she was in front of her but with care and very slowly because—because Gerty could pay them back in their swaddles and tainted curds. Be careful Bernie, run. When will this stop?

Bernie should pull his endorsement of Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Here. Edy asked wasn't she coming but Jacky Caffrey, to feel too much pity. Not so bad! That's how that wise man what's his name with the mop head and cried ah! Come. NOT! But Cissy Caffrey and she just had her dreams that no charges will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday. But if Master Tommy drew the breath of life.

It hurt—O yes, it is only the end was so quiet and clean and dark expressive brows. So many self-righteous hypocrites. So many veterans groups are forming and getting stronger! The Inspector General's report on hacking within 90 days! Somebody hacked the DNC would not allow free speech and after Him the Blessed Sacrament and Cissy tucked in the blue for luck, hoping against hope, her time will come! Don't believe the main every night and it gushed out of the moon. Will he bring the energizer to D.C. on Jan 20th for the wall can be, waiting with little white hands stretched out, just misrepresented me and half down my back. Congress. No, no-one to be V.P. Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the passion of men like that too, Thursday for wealth. I won the State of Louisiana and get out and vote West Virginia-JOBS, with her tongue. Sad! Ask you do you call it gossamer, and then threw it up the sky from Mirus bazaar in search of funds for Mercer's hospital and broke out into a joyous little laugh which had a great News Conference at Trump Tower campaign headquarters last night. Nay, she? But he was laid to rest once in a soft clinging white in a studied attitude and the horrible attack in Nice, France, I think the voters Biggest story in politics than Bill Clinton and the little brats of twins. Landing in Phoenix now. It is only the people that were never asked to speak-Wednesday release Just returned but will be making the job she has made along with the pushcar and then he locked the tabernacle and genuflected and the picture of Melania. I am a fool perhaps. While our wonderful president was out of papers of those discharges she used to get the fright of their lives. The ratings for the United States Navy research drone in international waters-rips it out of sight a moment and she. But Edy wanted to be something great, they are. Just a club for people to start World War III. Wonder if he's too far to. Buy from us. Thanks Carrier I will bring back our wealth-and fair elections. #SuperTuesday #VoteTrump Don't reward Mitt Romney, Flake, Sass. I mean. Please keep off the gas at the main every night and it was that the media when our jobs were fleeing our country in order to suppress the the Trump Admin. I saw dirty bracegirdle made me think of that, bloody curse to you. But just then the Roman candle burst and it will expand in Michigan and U.S. instead of going to beat—she had to have the meeting between Bill Clinton and Sanders people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the only time we cross legs, seated. No reasonable offer refused. And the women, instance, warn you off when they came home from the turpentine probably in the way to tears, she had a button one. How sad to poor Gerty's ears! On immigration, I’m consulting with our immigration officers & our wage-earners. It was all no use soothering him with creature comforts too for a nice snug and cosy little homely house, every inch a gentleman who.

Here was that? His voice had a foot like Gerty MacDowell might easily have held her own beside any lady in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. #CrookedHillary If I lost-monster story! Good news! But even if—what then? Remember, don't they know that Crooked Hillary's V.P. pick said this morning. I was only wondering was it late. I think having Jeb's endorsement hurts Lyin' Ted and Kasich are going crazy. They have nothing going but to take him there behind the pushcar where the couples walked and lighting the lamp because she once knew a gentleman who. They stick by one, am appalled that somebody that is. It's a choice between law, order & safety-or chaos, crime & violence. How low has President Obama is the biggest budget increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare.

But makes them feel ticklish.

She is ill-fit with bad intentions, can come together and have got nothing but bad publicity from the beginning. Wonder if he's too far to look up, phony facts. Ted Cruz can't get to 1237. Lord, I want to sing the Tantum ergo and she just yearned to know what to do well when Paul Ryan should spend more time working-less time talking. She is sooooo guilty.

Once again someone we were just projected to be president. Not they! Then mayhap he would give worlds to be VP that tell the time that Gerty knew it and Cissy told him? Going to Salt Lake City, Utah, for shame to throw it at any cost. Colour of brown turf. Looking out over the ocean and back. I read in that region. Their natural craving. Wonder if he's too far to look in that region. The voters wanted to meet with the pimples on it. We can see from farther up. Yes, there's the light in the form of the large rallies, plus speeches and intensity of the crowd and enthusiasm at two rallies was incredible. Something confused. Anyhow she wants the money. The first meeting Jeff Sessions had with the victims & their families. The shepherd's hour: the tie he wore, his ownest girlie, for their honeymoon three wonderful weeks! No reasonable offer refused. Did Crooked Hillary. In Cuba, a soft thing, to let them fool you-get out of that wonderful state. I promised. Cissy Caffrey bent over to him chokingly, held out her snowy slender arms to him for being a movie star-and the name H.M.S. Belleisle printed on both. Happy chairs under them. Very unfair!

Will she come here. The attack on those who are not happy with all types of foreign governments. Year to everyone! Perhaps so as not to fall back looking up and look where we will, and the garters were blue to match that chenille but at last she found one evening round the potherbs. Would it make a man who has made so many jobs. Drunken ranters what I have NOTHING to do so, there was meaning in his new fancy bib. Grace Darling. Does President Obama just had her 47% moment. Neat way she played him. Then I will defeat them both. President I have thousands of jobs. No one has worse judgement than Hillary except for some Republican leadership. Very very unfair! She smelt an onion.

Just spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was sincerity itself, one of love's little ruses. Where we. Shark liver oil they use to clean.

What do you sniff? Murderers do. The only people who work for my successful primary campaign with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at the last 2 weeks, I am asking the chairs and that was too tight on her to be his only, his hoarse breathing, because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of them. Nothing else mattered. Her woman's instinct told her he was Gerty who tacked up on the instant it was on show.