Day 145, self quarantine:
Thursday, August 6, 2020
Thursday, August 6, 2020
Eric is coming! Eric is coming!
Eric will be here tonight and really, that’s it, that’s my post for today.
Eric will be here tonight and really, that’s it, that’s my post for today.
Okay, there’s a few other things.
NJ Attorney General Letitia James has a major announcement coming at 11:30 a.m. this morning.
This announcement followed on the heels of yesterday’s New York Times stunner letting us know Deutsche Bank has finally supplied NY prosecutors with Donald’s financial records.
I’m gonna sum it up for you in the most basic language:
The President of the United States is a money laundering criminal, in bed with unfriendly foreign governments.
What’s money laundering? See the pic for a quick and easy lesson.
Trust me, PotusVirus is guilty.
Woo, he was still awake after midnight last night having a spectacular unhinged meltdown on Twitter.
So this should be a fun morning.
There is another possibility about this announcement. AG James has been investigating the NRA so maybe some of their people will be indicted and that’s fine with me, too.
They can all go down, and not in the good way.
I tell you this because I am still shocked by how crappy local news is. None of this has been mentioned this morning.
Nor is there any mention of the $600 weekly federal benefit that ended Friday. There’s literally going to be 40 million people in America without enough money to eat.
There’s a reason much of downtown Philadelphia is still boarded up.
But okay, tell us again about Escort Barbie I mean Melania’s Rose Garden renovations.
Oy, okay, I hate these people so much it’s ridiculous and I don’t like this toxic feeling first thing in the morning so that’s enough.
For now.
Back to Eric.
Gary and I were nuts enough to listen to Nashville radio all day yesterday and heard Eric’s song six times! Then the DJ did an hour of music by Eric’s band, Dr. Dog, which Eric curated.
Gary and I were kvelling all over the place.
Hearing your child on the radio never gets old.
“Okay, Boomer.”
😂😂😂
Eric has requested a Charlie’s pizza for dinner tonight.
Charlie’s Pizza is an institution in the Philadelphia neighborhood (Olney) where Gary and I grew up. It’s been around over 60 years and Gary used to drive there once a week for pizza all during the kids’ childhood.
I’m more of a boardwalk pizza gal but I’ll never say No to Charlie’s. It’s thicker than I usually like - a Charlie’s pizza weighs like ten pounds - but it’s damn good.
I think it’s sweet that Eric asked for that.
He does have fond memories of us after all. 😜
Tomorrow night he requested Gary’s infamous breakfast for dinner: Egg, potato and (mock) ham hash with biscuits. Eric doesn’t know it yet but Gary is baking the newest version of his biscuit - he adds a cup of grated cheddar and a ton of cracked black pepper and serves them with honey butter.
I probably talked about those biscuits here before. They’re pretty deadly.
After Eric requested that, he texted, “I may even cry when I eat it .”
After which Gary and I both cried.
So here’s a question: Do we wear masks during Eric’s visit?
Oy vey.
Eric was tested for the virus this week and is negative. We haven’t been tested, but other than a trip for corn on Sunday to an outdoor market and Trader Joe a week ago Sunday, we’re strictly quarantined.
How are you guys handling this?
Jfc this is weird.
So...I’m not even going to be able to hug Eric?
Okay, I’ll stop. I’m not happy unless I’m being neurotic.
Note to self: Work on that.
Speaking of work...
Nah, let’s not. I’m over work. I’m going to use my vacation at the end of the month for huge decisions 😎
So that’s it for now, I’m going to run around like a mad woman straightening up Casa Slick today. I clean on Saturday so you can imagine what this place looks like by Thursday with both of us home and one of us an unbelievable slob.
Behave yourselves today, okay?
Or not 😎.
