Team Shredder

The sun also rises at her clubhouse, or studio, where we are going next, if we can get out the house at a reasonable hour. The sun will probably set before we do. We're still recovering from a long day's journey into the night, which is harder to do in one's golden years. We'd been running around like crazy people on not much sleep, then had one drink and got home at 1:30, and I guess that's too much for us, because now we're both like, whoa. Here is what came up on my "old hag" image search--------------->
Gree C's harshing out on her brand new phone, which won't let her just turn it on, she has to "program" it, plus it came with a CD, not an instruction booklet, that required her to be online. What if she didn't even have a computer!? It's hard for the old dags to figure things out in this world gone mad. Zoe's room looked great at the Whitney, and she and her lady were so excited, it was the cutest. We were cracking up at the fake trailer for Caligula, too. Anything with Karen Black is yes. Even though Courtney Love gave us the scary feelings. Is that misogynist of me to say? Gree C.'s little voice just trailed out from the kitchen, and all I heard was, "Don't let me forget this bok choy, you know how that goes, 'media gallery?' Why do I need that on my phone? My back doesn't hurt as much any more, it no longer feels like somebody tried to kill me."