So ladies and gents (I’m assuming that there are people of both genders read my blog. If any Martians consisting of a third gender, I apologize for my ignorance and assume I’m talking to you too), I am almost officially an old man. Yes, I said man. Not woman.
You may find this confusing. Let me explain.
It grates on my nerves when people walk on my lawn. This weekend, I didn’t end up going out, we watched television (Say Yes to the Dress. LOVE THAT SHOW) and chatted. I am cranky. I am conservative. I generally speak my mind in a more blunt manner that can be downright offensive. But it’s my mind, I don’t do it in professional circumstances, and every single person is allowed to be able to speak their mind. Hence the freedom of speech. Let the flannel-wearing (which I do), gun-owning (which I will), no-nonsense (I like some nonsense), red-blooded Americans repeat after me:
AMERICA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Take that, other countries. AMERICA.
Soon, I will also be able to drink beer while doing so. Maybe wine, I can do classy.
Classy cat is classy. Like a Sir.
I think everyone is allowed to their own political opinion. I get excited to talk politics and it makes me happy when people have their own opinions. What bugs me is that people can state what they “think” without actually having done their own research. Fact check, people. That and the people who simply don’t vote or participate. YOU LIVE HERE. THIS IS IMPORTANT. GIVE YOUR FUTURE A KICK IN THE PANTS AND VOTE, DAMMIT!
Grrrrrr. See, here I am being an old man. Now, where’s Red Forman so we can hang out and watch football?
I’ll have more fun stories on Wednesday. Love to you all, and remember to vote!
Love,
Aurora
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