As I was out and about last evening, a SOTU open thread.
Unless, of course, you’d like to catch up on some of Coozledad’s back numbers:
So a couple of years ago, we moved an old iron bedframe from the “guest bedroom” upstairs into my studio downstairs. The studio has a large woodstove that will heat most of the house on the coldest of days if you are willing to forgo about half your normal intake of breathable air. The problem with antique iron beds is they have all been previously owned by powerfuckers or jackknifed by large cornfed women during a home childbirth. My wife and I were denied the opportunity to even try and shred it because it was already the goddamn bridge at San Luis Rey.
And then it takes a turn! Read.
We’ll see if Wednesday goes better.