I have decided not to play nice.

I had dinner last night with one of my favorite people for times like these and by the time we finished half the shrimp and crabs, we decided screw it, two more days of resting and healing up and then let’s do this thing.

Late last night, as I watching Goliath (which she semi-recommended) she texted me Michael Moore’s thing about what we need to do.

I texted back, “Let’s go burn something, dammit.”

“Ok,” she responded, “but not my bra.  I need my bra.”

I am blessed to have a friend so grounded in reality.

At this point, I am mad at both political parties.  I admit I am less mad at Democrats but not by much.  Plus, I termed-out of the State Democratic Executive Committee so I don’t have to be loyal to them anymore.  I’m gonna have plenty more to say about them once I heal up so prepare yourself for a hissy damn fit about Texas Democrats.

I’m headed to the beach to get sandy and wet.  Gorgeous day on the Texas Gulf Coast.