Don't worry, Rep. McMorris Rodgers, YOUR son will be fine!
It's our fifth or 20th recitation of everything our mama taught us. You're welcome!
Here is your fifth or twentieth annual listicle of Mi Mamacita Communista, or Things My Mother Taught Me, for May Day. Could you imagine on May 1, 2016, that we would be here today, our universe flying apart at the seams? We haven't particularly had to march the past few (eight) years, but everything old is new again. Put on your sensible justice shoes, join up with the middle aged and old women leading the #Resistance, and meet me at the other side.
I make these once a year, because I am lazy and they have like THREE STEPS. Who wants to make a dinner that takes THREE STEPS? Not me that is who!
Shepherd's pie to warm you up. Oh, you're already warm? THANKS AL GORE.
OK, so it's late February, and we're starting to look forward to spring, when all this terrible snow and freezing weather will finally leave us. When we'll be able to shed our heavy jackets, and consider, hopefully, whether or not it's time for shorts yet: only a few more weeks of this bleak, bitter cold . . .