I Am Eating All the Mango, for Tomorrow, We May Die. (OK, Not Us. But Democracy, Anyway.)

So, that sucked.

I’m sitting here on the couch with a baby in my lap, one tit out, and all of the mango slices we just bought. I’m going to sit here, feeding my lovely lamprey, eating expensive fruit right out of the container, and call everyone I know, starting with my senators.

I feel helpless, and it seems like all is lost. This would be a great time for reinforcements to ride over the ridge and rescue us at the last minute.

But I fear they’re not coming. We’ll have to be our own reinforcements.

This is a hard day, you guys. I hope you can get your hands on a snuggly baby … or at least some mango slices.