(Sorry for the programming disruption. I’ve been looking after my friend the Mouthy Old Broad at the ER today.)
I suspect they are mourning their morning wood.
The place is full of stiffs.
Good thoughts and virtual hugs sent for the Mouthy Old Broad.
The Mouthy Old Broad was visiting a friend on one of the nearby, remote islands, and fell down some stairs, and fractured her knee. Because she was on a remote island, MOB took several days to get back to civilization and make it to the ER and then back to her senior housing (furniture moving comedy ensues) so she can move about in her wheelchair to continue to write screeds against Wingnuttia on Facebook and organize protests, and generally raise hell against the powers of darkness.
I may have mentioned that she’s a mouthy old broad? She’s a force of nature, too.
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Best wishes to the mouthy one.
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