The killer had to write the number on his hand. Someone get him My Cousin Vinnie.

The killer had to write the number on his hand. Someone get him My Cousin Vinnie.

This TikTok made me laugh and it’s a special shoutout for my good friend, Professor Doctor Hiljary.
As some readers my recall, I showcase a lot of countries’ Olympic Opening Ceremony outfits every two years because it’s one of the things in life that I truly look forward to. Our neighbor to the North may have topped themselves this year and I love it.

I hope they win everything.

Y’all know what to do .

The Instagram @yeahthatreallyhappened delivers. I laughed so hard at these that I had to post it. Damn, people be triplin’. Why do people make things up to post on social media? I mean, if you’re going to make something up, at least make it realistic. Or not and it will end up on the Gram and I’ll laugh at it.

And Titanic, obvs.

Finally, the biggest never happened to never happen.


Emily McDowell’s Instagram (she’s amazing — check her out and buy something from her site) and I love the idea. I think we should all do this as an exercise next week. I’ll post mine Monday or Tuesday.

I bought a curling wand to use to make my curls more loose. It’s a good thing I read the earnings because I was going to use it in my sleep after showering with it.

What a horrible news cycle we’re in. What a disgusting display of humanity is out there killing unarmed people of color by the people who are supposed to protect and serve our communities. I’ve been trying not to consume TOO much news, but it’s hard to turn away. It’s like a trainwreck that keeps piling up. Then Grey’s Anatomy hit me tonight. Reflecting back what the need is showing us, as it it tends to do. My anxiety built to where I had to zone out watching TikToks of Marvel stuff.
So this is how I’m feeling. Lord, protect us all I love you, Dear Readers.

This is so right
