I occasionally refer to my cousin Gerald, who is on the Stark side (pOp) rather than the Mennonite/Quaker side (which is oxter deep in cousins). These two little cuties are his mom May and his auntie Hilda (they were twins), taken around the end of WWI
I just posted something privately to my blog complaining about a life situation that isn’t mine to talk about publicly but that is wrecking me. mOm knows, Jeff knows, I’m not alone but I have many yuccccky feelings.
I owe various people phone calls and wish they’d call me for a change but it’s easily fixed.
I can’t find an online obituary for a friend of mine who died back in 2004/5. So that was depressing.
Today I learned that acrylic nails aren’t just for show. I just learned that a small but vocal subset of acrylic nail wearers USE THEM to help control their OCD, self-picking and trichotillomania symptoms. (They literally can’t pick at their scalps, eyelashes, eyebrows, etc. if they’re wearing them.) I hate them because I think they’re hideously ugly but now Billie Eilish wearing 7 cm nails all the time makes SO MUCH MORE SENSE and I’m going to stop commenting on this aspect of other women’s appearance. Thank you Reddit.
This is a photograph of UK soldiers from WWII interrupted during rehearsals for a drag show to SHOOT AT NAZIS.