Back in the '70s, my family went hiking in Canyon de Chelly, Arizona, in August! We had a great time climbing around on the White House ruins (which is very sensibly not allowed anymore). Luckily only my sister got heatstroke

Juneteenth at Coney Island! Thrills!

Pie, all the way!

Never heard that one

I would kill for some rhubarb (not literally)! It's so hard to find in the city!

A lot of people feel they must "identify" as one thing or another, but the reality is that human sexuality is a lot more fluid, and we don't really know what it might look like absent religious/cultural/societal strictures

I have a black cat named Muff. But now that he's 10 and quite chunky we call him Mr Muffin We also have a little oreo kitty named Cupid

It's really hard to make the bed with these two lounging on it. They seem to know just when I start the process so they can jump on #cat

That's because all that the ruling class can offer are shitty choices

Mr Muffin is snoring