while today I feel relieved I can’t help but think about the doom that’s coming.

I love that my granddaughter loved the chalkboard wall I painted for her. we’re working on writing letters. I wrote M on the wall...apparently mines look like the M in McDonald’s because she goes, “like McDonald’s?”. We’re good on the letter M now but there’s much more work to do with her.

How the Obama’s walked up in that bitch is a mood that can’t be fucked with...