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Last night, Gregory and I watched one of those Biography Channel profiles of ABBA, and watching it, I realized two things.
1) I LOVE the music of ABBA.
And
2) That no matter how much I LOVE the music of ABBA, even at its very best, it STILL sounds like it could be used as the oddly-stilted-in-that-specifically-European-music-sort-of-way background jingle on a goddamned Mentos commercial.
A grey, chilly day in Los Angeles…and our three adorable babies — Miss Frances, Miss Pearl, and Miss Vivian — burrowed in and baking in warm, cozy blankets straight out of the dryer. Or, as our BRILLIANT, WELL-READ son, Hunter, collectively calls them in this specific configuration:
THE TURD CERBERUS.


“I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweat shops.” — American paleontologist and evolutionary biologist, Stephen Jay Gould, 1941-2002
Today I had a delightful memory of a few years back when I received an email from some Dangerously Imbalanced Fascist Family Members of mine back in Fresno…in which they had forwarded a photograph of Barack Obama with his feet kicked up on the desk in the Oval Office — along with some nauseating, ignorant diatribe about how he was desecrating history, how disrespectful he was, how arrogant, how trashy. All the fucking loons who were CCd on it chimed in — shooting dozens of emails back and forth about how disgusted they were that this man didn’t exist to serve the people because he, in fact, thought he was THE KING.
I threw back my head, belly laughed out loud, and then with a single Google search immediately found exactly what I was looking for — and shot it back across the ethers…accompanied by the following humble, yet meaningful comment:
“FUCK OFF, LADIES.”
There was, of course, not another word spoken. Crickets.
Ultra-Conservative Drunken MegaChurch-Goin’ Goddamned Crickets.
With spray tans, toe rings, gold cross necklaces, spiky frosted ombre “Mom Hair” bouffants, and bottomless glasses of Pinot Grigio.
Hail to the Motherfuckin’ Chief.


This is what you get to see sitting next to you in your cozy, book-filled living room…if you are the luckiest girl in the world.
#gregory
#pearliemae
#books
#thecozy
#luckyslut

I BEG OF YOU.
I IMPLORE OF YOU.
I JUST COME RIGHT OUT AND AXE YOU.

“Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.” — Mark Twain