Covering all the bases (with acids)
Citric acid and
baking soda – add water
for some fizzy fun.
Tomorrow, Trump is holding a rally one mile from my daughter Nadia’s school. Everyone is in panic mode. Will traffic be a nightmare? Do Trump’s supporters pose a risk to the students and staff? Why does Trump even need to hold a rally months after he won the election?
Busineses in the area are closing early, but the school district has decided to stay the course, which is admirable. I mean, Trump is the one who sucks – why should students have to miss out on a day of learning just because he wants to rile up his base?
At best, she’ll have a normal day of classes, with a longer than average commute. At worst, traffic will be a horror show the likes of which has never been seen. But, hey, at least I’ll be driving away from the madness when I pick Nadia up from school.
From the moment I first met Rowan Eloise – First of Her Name, Second in Line to the Throne of Mizaros, the Twice-Napped, the Always Soiled and, most importantly, the Self Soother – I knew she was going to be an easy baby. Nadia, our oldest daughter, screamed bloody murder during her first and only night in the hospital. Then, she repeated the act at home. It took so many months for her to sleep through the night that, when she finally did, we woke up terrified that something had happened to her. Continue reading