Sleepy Monday

 I'm ready for bed.  I'll probably be up past my bedtime looking for funny news stories on my phone.  Ok, maybe not.  I am loving the "weird" stories.  

Tonight, I sent about 5600 text messages to voters in Wisconsin to remind them of the primary on August 13th.  Some of the responses I got were actually quite nice.  I don't think I've had a lot of that since I started doing it in late 2022.

The status of my toy car is unknown but the auto body shop told me that they will take care of the rental car issue.  They will get an extension to Friday for now  They are waiting on the door handle and my mirror that they ordered two weeks ago.  Ok, it's something.  I was hoping to hear back from them but maybe tomorrow will be a new day.

I am really liking that feisty Tim Walz.  He's like a fun uncle.  I can't make my mind up.  I would love to see Walz debate JD Vance and ask if he got banned from Ikea.  

I actually spoke up today or shared my knowledge when the lurker tried to tell someone what to do.  I'm so tired of the lurker treating us all like we're idiots.  The lurker is mean.  The lurker is a bully.  

My mom muted Rachel Maddow just now. I said is Rachel being scary?  She said yes.  I like Rachel Maddow.  Quit it with the scaries, Rachel.

I have more to say.  So tired though.  I want my toy car back.  Elizabeth Warren is on Rachel's show and trying to keep her from going down scary road.  I need a hug from Elizabeth Warren. She's a nice lady.

My thoughts aren't thinking.  Time to get ready for slumberville.

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