So, happy Thanksgiving morning.  Since I did dressing, fresh string beans with mushrooms and bacon, and cranberry sauce yesterday, somebody else is doing the turkey, Brussel sprouts, and pecan pie today so I have some free time which I’m spending perusing the Washington Post. This story caught my eye.

“Consequences” and they put it in quotation marks because they knew that every single person reading it – but especially Russian spies – were laugh/snorting out their noses.  Woo woo – threatening me with “consequences.”

I’m real scared of consequences and, yes, sarcasm is just another of the free, friendly services we offer here at The World’s Most Dangerous Beauty Salon.  We just went through four years of something a jillion times worse than a Havana Syndrome and there were no consequences whatsoever.  None. Not even one damn slap on the hand.

What are we threatening them with?  We will go to a secret lab and develop the dreaded Florida Man Syndrome?

Hell, they don’t even know what Havana Syndrome is! I mean, it sounds like it ought to be “cigars give you hangovers” or some damn thing like that.

Y’all, I gotta quit reading the newspaper.