Called my sister yesterday afternoon. And she ACTUALLY picked up. Everything appears to be ok besides her dumb boyfriend broke his collar bone and her former drug buddy (now sober apparently) is mooching crashing there.
She’s fostering a cute puppy that needs a good home. She already has 2 dogs and can’t fit a third into her already crowded apartment.
“Somehow, firing people with jobs became the Republican strategy for job creation. People who taught our children; policed our streets; picked up our garbage; put out our fires; built and maintained our parks, libraries, and roads for a living wage became the scapegoat for the impoverishment the private sector imposed on workers. Instead of organizing to win back their own living wages and lost benefits, people were convinced that taking away those of government workers would somehow make them better off. Divide and conquer politics. The politics of fear, hate, greed, envy and spite. The race to the bottom. Orchestrated by plutocrats, executed by conservatives, allowed by Democrats.”—
Okay, so our landlords found out we have Luci (we have gone 2 years w/out them knowing ugh it was so so so stupid we were napping and the repair dude just WALKED IN without knocking—wtf) and now we need her out of the apartment or we will be charged…
I fucking hate land lords and their anti-pet policies. Cats especially cause little to no damage to apartments.