It’s not going to warm up this weekend, is it?

Pothole season:

Ordinarily I dislike gatekeeping “kids these days” posts but I’ll allow this (h/t Sarah Rumpf 🇺🇸❤️🇺🇦)

This is an email notice from the City of Omaha to license my cats. Not only does the salad of fonts, colors, parentheticals and triple-starred phrases cause cancer, but it suggests that the person in charge of the pet license division is the Micromanager of the Century

She says to leave it to me Everything’ll be all right open.spotify.com/track/35jXTF1A…

If we get a “national divorce,” you can come over to my one-bedroom apartment every weekend and we can stay up late playing video games, and you can have all the pizza and pop you want. Just don’t tell your mother.

I’ve always believed the past tense of blend should be “blent”

Let’s go, rain. This town needs a bath.

There's a depressing set of numbers. From recently published "The Shredding of Midwestern Newspapers" muse.jhu.edu/article/882956

Thanks much, Ray. That oughta do it

“We will not walk in fear, one of another. We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason, if we dig deep in our history and our doctrine.” - Edward R. Murrow

68th and Underwood Avenue is a two month triumph of Omaha Public Works over an eight square foot hole

Daughter’s school just sent an email saying “we’ve changed web providers and an unspecified number of days ago you would have received a code you would not have understood from a sender you had never heard of. Well, you’ll need that now, so go find it.”

I should absolutely be in the kind of spiritual condition where I’m grateful to get to put on a coat and tie and head to the courthouse for an in-person 30-second hearing. But instead I’m considering making a claim against the county for the cost of laundering one shirt.

It is possible that during my life no one has been or will be as cool as Ben Orr singing “…and you look so fancy, I can tell” at 1:32 of this video. youtu.be/TsPh-EgH65M

Hy-Vee did not toast my English muffin before buttering it and serving it to me. Please respect my privacy during this difficult time

Also Jimmy John’s did not deliver the pickle I ordered with my sandwich. It is my lot to struggle, apparently

Paint correction: Adequate

In which I display my hipness to my daughter by almost guessing the name of the artist whose show she attended

Our office has everything: • Hot Cocoa • Tea • Beverage stirrers • Tape