We are in Kentucky. The drive down last night was horrific and I charlie-horsed my neck and couldn’t turn my head for the last fifty miles. Finally this morning I was feeling better and we went to the in-laws’ where Steve ate something that disagreed with him and spent the next several hours barfing. In the meantime, I end up corralled by the sister-in-law who was talking about a children’s play area and said, “”Not to be racist, but that’s because the niglets haven’t come there yet.”

Hey, bitch, if you actually don’t want to be racist, how about not, you know, BEING FUCKING RACIST?

She’s lucky my shoes are new or she might be wearing one home up her nose. Bitch. BITCH!