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Huh.
AZ House Bill 2625 is fascinating in its scope, considering that the EEOC prohibits discrimination on the basis of religion. You should click on the link and read what it has to say about contraceptives. Nevermind, I’ll just snipe it … Continue reading
To be clear
If Augusta National doesn’t want to allow women, that don’t confront me none. It’s a private club and it’s their right to limit membership as they please. I think it makes them look like a bunch of childish assholes, but … Continue reading
Just to shake things up a little
The Masters is coming up. I don’t play golf and I don’t belong to a country club. But here’s a little tidbit for you to ponder. Augusta National doesn’t allow women members. Women may play at Augusta National as guests. … Continue reading
The day we came home
The first thing that happened was we overslept. Oops. Our taxi driver got us to the airport just in time and we went inside to check in only to find that we had to back outside and get in a … Continue reading
The grease is right
I have been exceedingly blessed in this life to have seen many things and to have met many people and to have been many places. Today we went to the Sistine Chapel, and the grease is right. I was expecting … Continue reading
The clothes,
they did not magically dry overnight on the charmingly termed “clothes horse.” Grimace very graciously went over to the Hard Rock Café and got me a lovely sweatshirt (with a front pocket! and a hood!). I have felt like a … Continue reading
Uh-oh
All I know for certain is that when the clothes come out of the washer/dryer, they will not be the same as when they went it. Turns out that not only do I not speak Italian, I don’t read it … Continue reading
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
That’s the lyric that keeps running through my head. We spend a lot of our time taking pictures of other people with their cameras. It seems to make them happy. We also spend a lot of time talking to strangers. … Continue reading
Ass on toilet, feet in bidet.
It is a myth that all Italians in big cities speak English. My feet were sweating in my socks today and by the time we made our way over to St. Peter’s (successfully on a bus and a train) and … Continue reading
When in Rome
So, hey. There’s a marathon in Rome today. Yesterday we slept until nearly 1 in the afternoon, then went to our little piazza for sandwiches and drinks, then to the tabacchi for bus passes and cappuccinos. Those bus passes are … Continue reading
Just like a Slattery 