Thank You Dearheart Wonkette Lovers!
The rule for today is mostly Nice Time posts. Everyone already knows what happened in 2016; we don't really have to repeat it. But Jesus Fuck, was everything terrible. We ran out of money! (But you sent more.) We laid off Robyn! (But she still comes part-time.) We bought a house! And the week we moved in, Shy's dad fucking died.
I mean COME ON.
And all the time, you have been there. You've been there for us, yes, with money and love notes. But mostly, you've been there for each other. You threw your own meetups! You gave each other succor. You held each other when the worst possible thing happened -- worse than Trump even -- and one of your children died.
We thank you in our hearts for being here with us, we just usually show it by yelling at you. (YOU LIKE IT.)
And all we can give you in return is 10 to 12 hours a day of reading the news for you, and maybe just a few little baby pix. So have the Year in Donna Rose Pictures, just for you. Collect and trade them all, or something!
We love you, we love you, we love you, we love you. Better luck next year, us!
Donna Rose ate SOUP! and she was all WHAAAAATTT?????
Donna Rose went to Wall Drug, and was not taken to baby jail!
It is time for a Wonkebatho!
Just hanging with her best friends, David Corn and Charlie Pierce Esq.
At a Wonker's house in ... Charlotte? Yes! Charlotte!
Frog babby in Ouray, CO! Also: probably having a poop.
Best outfit. I picked that one.
Your wonk dollars bought her those glasses, and we would DO IT AGAIN.
Master of disguise.
Doktor Zoom and the Snow Queen.
And goddammit, Donna Rose with her dear Papa Mark. Fucking goddamn bullshit 2016.
There are a million more, because we're old parents with cameras and computers RIGHT THERE IN OUR PHONES THAT LIVE IN OUR POCKETS, WHATTTT???! But we think that should hold you today.
Now go hold each other, please, even if your arms are just pixels. They can't get all of us if we hold on really tight.