The Uh-oh Mamma

Since uh-oh turned out to be one of Klara’s very first words, I realized that I do say it a lot. Opportunities to say it abound because I spend all day dropping stuff, forgetting things, tripping over toys, walking into closed doors, stumbling into furniture, and spilling food all over myself. 

And this is great because it teaches Klara an important lesson: Mamma is not perfect. You don’t have to be anything even remotely resembling perfect to be happy and loved. I think this is a crucial piece of knowledge. 

See Them Wriggle 

What’s really funny is the pouty wriggling of the losers who were all “Hillary is as bad as Trump” throughout the campaign. Like the brain-dead Susan Sarandon:

To the people that would “attack” her for her statements, she asked, “Really? That’s where we want to spend our time and energy?”

Sarandon sat stone-faced when Hayes pointed out that the “status quo” she feared may have just gotten “much, much worse.” . . . ‘Do you really think Hillary Clinton would have been worse?’”

“What is the point of even saying that?” Sarandon shot back…

If at least these fuckers had the courage to recognize the consequences of their actions. Why not just say, “Hey, I fucked up, sorry. Will try to blab less and chew more in blessed silence the next time around”?