Here's me fanning myself with my friend's head on a stick. It looks a little disconcerting, doesn't it? (photo courtesy of the Neffs)
The beginning of this post might sound a little bit like that old "Jim's Journal" cartoon. Today I was practical and it was fine. I worked, and then I went to the dentist and had a cavity filled and that was relatively painless. Then I came home and cleaned and finally, I went to yet another of Coadster's choir concerts. See? It was all just fine.
This weekend, though? Guess what's going on in our town this weekend. They're having the funeral for that family that got bludgeoned to death by their dad. It will be so sad and tragic all on it's own. But then that one stupid guy who protests military funerals because somehow there might be homosexuals in the military? Wait. Why is it again that he protests military funerals? Anyway, you know that douche bag I'm talking about, right? He's coming to protest the funeral, because apparently, Iowa is some HUGE mecca for gay tolerance. I've lived here a long time, and I had no idea that was the case, did you? So, from what I hear, there is a group of bikers who come and protest the douche bag homophobe guy and on top of that, there will be tons of cops trying to enforce the new "500 feet protester keep their distance" rule. I guess what I'm saying is, JAAAAAYSUS! I will be as far away from that circus as possible.
What I'll be doing instead is going to The Dublin to celebrate my friend GW's birthday on Friday night. Then on Saturday during the day, I'll meet some friends for sushi and shoe shopping. This, of course, is Stinky's dream afternoon. We did it once before, and she can't stop talking about how much she liked it and how much fun my friends are.
My wish for you this weekend, my gentle readers, is that you avoid douche bag homophobes and unnecessary drama. Amen.