yesterdays lunch
Democrats bracing for town hall protests directed at them ask Bernie Sanders for help
Some lawmakers have asked Sanders (I-Vt.) to help keep activist anger trained on Republicans.

Senior Democratic lawmakers, trying to avoid liberal protesters at their town hall meetings, pleaded with Bernie Sanders during a caucus lunch yesterday to urge his supporters to redirect their anger at Republicans instead of moderate Democrats.

Hey guess what, Democrats? You can listen to your base, respect your base, and act like a goddamn opposition party. Nobody is stopping you. 

[Drawing of a stick-figure girl napping on a couch, drooling and holding a turkey leg. Above her is the word, “THANKSGIVING,” and below her, “The one day of the year spoonies can blame their need for a nap on turkey.”]

Happy Thanksgiving, my (American) POTSie peeps! I hope the holiday hasn’t been too rough on you, and I wish you many spoons for the upcoming season! 🦃

The Invincible Tea Sandwich

I just raided the fridge for an early morning breakfast and while I was searching for the leftover tea sandwiches from yesterday’s lunch I noticed my stepfather had labeled all the tupperware – every package has masking tape on it and a little label saying what it is. Which is normal for my parents except that he labeled them all with superlatives, like they were comic books.


I don’t usually label food at home because it’s just me and I know what everything is, but his zest for leftovers makes me want to start.

Also the tea sandwiches are indeed YUMMY CHEESE BACON SANDWICHES.

Call the Senate!

Yesterday on my lunch break, I called every senator on the Foreign Affairs committee to support Sen. Cardin’s call for an investigation into Donald Trump’s international financial conflicts. (Background:

Some people say there’s no point in calling a senator if you’re not their constituency. That’s not true: out of all the committee members, 12/16 did not ask me where I was calling from, but simply took down my comment. Several aides were fairly chatty, and told me that they’d gotten a “lot of calls about this.” “How many?” I asked. “Oh, fifty this week!” was the response. One aide even told me that the senator was reconsidering what he planned to do on the issue because of this high call volume.

FIFTY THIS WEEK IS A LOT? People. Can every one of you vow to call your senator today or tomorrow—about this or about another issue that matters to you? It takes so little time and it is probably the most impactful thing you can do. Even if it’s about an issue that I disagree with you on, I think we can all agree that the democratic process is the most important thing. I would love it if everyone I knew began taking this step.

I’m using the following script: Hi, my name is [NAME] and I’m calling to support Senator Cardin’s call for an investigation into Donald Trump’s international financial conflicts. It’s really important that Mr. Trump’s finances don’t impact foreign relations. [PAUSE AND WAIT FOR RESPONSE.] Thanks very much for your time.

Sen. Boxer (202) 224-3553)

Sen. Cardin (Just say “thank you”!) (202) 224-4524

Sen. Corker (he leads the committee!) 202-224-3344

Sen. Risch 202-224-2752

Sen. Rubio 202-224-3041

Sen. Flake 202-224-4521

Sen. Menendez 202.224.4744

Sen. Shaheen (202) 224-2841

Sen. Perdue (202) 224-3521

Sen. Isakson (202) 224-3643

Sen. Kaine (202) 224-4024

Sen. Paul 202-224-4343)

Sen. Markey 202-224-2742

Sen. Gardner (202) 224-5941

Sen. Udall (202) 224-6621

Sen. Murphy (202) 224-4041

Sen. Barrasso 202-224-6441


requested by anon

On the phone, there, written in his own messy writing, was your name. His heart skipped beat, you were here; on this earth. Slowly, he picked up the phone and pressed the button beside your name, praying that you would answer.

“Hello?” You asked, voice just the same cheery tone. Barry sunk into the couch as he became overwhelmed with emotion, “Hello?”

“(y/n)…” Barry whispered.

“Oh, hey, Barry!” You replied happily.

Hearing you say his name both broke and healed him, “Hi…”

“You okay, Bar? You seem a little odd?”

He cleared his throat, eyes welling with tears as he remembered that it wasn’t really you, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just haven’t spoken to you in a while.”

“Barry, we went out for lunch yesterday!” He knew you were rolling his eyes at him, “You sure your’re okay?”

“Yeah… I just… I needed to hear your voice. I feel like we’ve not spoken in forever. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too, Barry.” You laughed slightly, “Drink some water and get some sleep, all right? You’ll see me again in three days.”

“(y/n)?” Barry asked just as you were about to hang up.


“I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry, for what?”

He shrugged, wiping at his eyes, “Doesn’t matter… I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon, Bar.”

Good grief, have some fun in life.

Yesterday I ate lunch with some of co-workers. Yes, real people and not my dogs. A guy complained about a doctor appointment where an intern or student accompanied the doctor. More or less he felt it was beneath him that someone without years of experience would perform the exam. With all the fussing and worrying they do I figure guys like that have shorter life spans. Too much stress.

Long ago I needed an x-ray. A young technician brought me to the x-ray room. She looked nervous. Her preparation seemed to take extra time. Finally she looked up and said, “I’m sorry it is taking a while.” She smiled and added, “This is my first shift by myself. Just double-checking some things.”

Fine with me. If we were guaranteed to never see professionals with short-term experience there wouldn’t be anyone to do the work at all. They all need to get training and experience somehow.

“I’m in no hurry,” I told her. Actually I sort of was but if she wanted to make sure the setting is Three Mile Island instead of Chernobyl let’s give her the time she wants.

When she was almost ready she explained what would happen and added “You won’t feel any pain or discomfort.” This wasn’t my first x-ray so I knew that already. Plus if I asked for Valium the nurse outside would only laugh at me.

The technician turned off a lamp or dropped a pen on the floor. I don’t remember what it was that made the loud click but it certainly wasn’t the x-ray machine.

I squealed “Owwwww!”

The horrified look on her face was priceless. “But I didn’t even…”

With a laugh I said “I know. I just had to do that.” She grinned. Moments before she pressed the button for real she giggled from behind the protective shield. “It’s going to hurt. A lot.”

Best x-ray ever.

in case anyone’s wondering how ive been: here’s a pic of me yesterday eating lunch at the nicest restaurant in atlanta paid for by my lovely boyfriend