potty mouth

Y’all, I’m sorry if you come here for the stories about my dog or the frank potty-mouth or the stories about my nether-regions and here I am about to write yet another post on Hobbs, but how can I not?

I missed this one last week but it really needs a post. I know, full-time job, blogging, running my dog’s presidential campaign. I’m a busy woman. I missed it.

But it’s a great post so here.

–Considering what a piss-poor job AT&T does of keeping the internet flowing to my house, I don’t think Comcast has to worry about losing me as a cable customer.  If I had TV as infrequently as I have my internet connection, I might pass out.

–Guess which Flying Spaghetti Monster got a shout out in Rolling Stone this week?

A Belmont University friend of mine made sure that I had tickets to this year's Atlantic Sun basketball tournament. I made it to several games and discovered a lot of great basketball, mid-major style. I also discovered something that I think this set of mid-majors can do without.

Aunt B. has a large-type case of hurt feelings that she does not appear on the blogroll of the Tennessee Democratic Party blog:

Okay, I am starting to take this personally now.  First and continuing, I’m dissed by Progressive Nashville.  Fine.

But now I’m dissed by the Democrats?!

What does a girl have to do to be recognized as a Lefty around these parts?