Due to the shut down, the commissary on base was open today just to sell perishables before closing down. I briefly considered going to score cheap produce, but thankfully Facebook informed me that the aisles of the commissary were flowing with the blood of deal seekers. It's probably a good thing that I avoided that source of rage. I was already struggling to restrain myself from giving into irritation at political and/or stupid Facebook postings about the shut down, and no one wants to see me express myself in public.
Also, I'm too lazy to fight with crowds for some discounted apples.
Instead I stayed home with the baby while Faith was at preschool. The baby made it interesting by eating a handful of red pepper flakes. It turns out that she likes spicy food...or just spice in general I guess. I ran on the treadmill while she napped post-pepper flake incident and tried to perfect my mouth breathing because our basement smells like musty ass. Did I mention that our dehumidifer leaked while we were on vacation and soaked a good section of carpet in the basement? Good times and not irritating at all.
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Instead of dwelling on how much Congress sucks and how awful wet carpet smells, let's talk about what you'd do if you had a million bucks.
I'd buy myself a horse. No one can be anything other than happy when they're riding a very expensive horse with a very expensive saddle.
What would you buy?