As you can see, there are reasons why I avoid trying to write about anything political: I suck at it. I am not a big brain. No more political bs from me. (But thank you to the person who liked my nickname for Ann Coulter. You actually have Stephen King to thank for that. "He Who Walks Behind The Rows" was an awesome concept to terrify young people growing up in the cornfield-filled Midwest, trust me. Children of the Corn made for a bunch of lousy movies, but it was a helluva short story.)
So, it's back to my random life and observations. I found out today that my health insurance company hasn't received my renewal paperwork yet, despite me having dropped the envelope at the post office two weeks ago. I got a bill for next month's premium and a letter of intent to cancel together today. I just had to spend $9 to fax all the stuff I already mailed and hope that arrives. We shall see. Not having insurance would just be the capper on a stellar month.
In other news, April Winchell has written up a small bit on her blog about how she spent Fathers Day. Her description of her biological father (Paul "voice of Tigger and the Scrubbing Bubbles and certified nut" Winchell) made me snort iced coffee up my nose. What a lovely feeling. Thanks, April, for sharing the love, as always. (And BIG thanks, April, for your recent professional advice. MUCHO appreciated!)
And, finally, to the asshole running the mobile Volvo chop shop in the street outside my building: dismantle another Swedish crapmobile under my bedroom window at 2 a.m. again, and I will personally smack you silly with a big stick.
That is all.