Sunday, March 6, 2016

Just say “oy” ... Nancy Reagan dies at 94.

Happy Sunday morning, boys and girls. It’s  As I write this post Sam is out for a walk and I’m enjoying a healthy feast of diet ginger ale, Lipton Cup-a-Soup (cream of chicken) and a sugar-free pineapple fried pie. Grab a napkin! IT’S THE BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS!

Before I wander off into the family room for a juicy nap and a nice William Powell movie I feel motivated to share today’s batch of stupendous FREE FONTS. Because the only thing better than a nap and movie is A BEAUTIFUL HERD OF FONTS! I love all of these today, especially “DJB Nouveau,” “Wild Pen” and “Baronessa.” In case you’re interested, “Wild Pen” includes five different styles and “DJB Nouveau” has two weights ... light (shown) and bold. I’ll list the download links after the graphic.

Just say “oy,” everybody. Former first lady Nancy Reagan died early this morning at age 94. She was married to President Woodrow Wilson (just kidding; it was Ronald Reagan) from 1952 until his death in 2004 from an overdose of Jelly Bellies.
As first lady from 1981 through 1989 Nancy was best known for her ritzy designer wardrobe, an idiotic and overly-simplistic “Just Say No” anti-drug campaign, and as a fierce protector of her husband. When Reagan was shot in a 1981 assassination attempt, Nancy was glued to the hospital until he was released. She had a boobie removed due to breast cancer in 1987, and then after she and Ronnie left Washington in 1989 she continued protecting him as he battled Alzheimer’s disease, throwing herself on his flag-covered coffin in 2004 during the state funeral.

In her defense, however, Nancy Reagan was really cute and had excellent taste in over-priced imported wallpaper.

I’m not having a very good day today, pain-wise. It’s basically the same neuropathy horseshit as yesterday — hyper-sensitive skin on the back of my thighs, dying nerves on the outside of my left leg and burning feet — plus that miserable leaking pressure sore. Drugs aren’t doing enough so I’d better lie down for a while. The latest Shit-O-Meter readout appears below. (Click here for additional details.)
Sam is at Costco buying meatballs, teeny tacos and breakfast burritos, so this would be an ideal time to shlep into the other room and put my feet up. Thank you for reading this.

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