Whatever happened to the Swiss dogs with the barrel of liquor around their necks?

I’ve recently taken up swimming. I’m much more inspired to do it if it’s an indoor facility, so the city rec center pass is inexpensive and then I’m inspired to go. Even if all I do is fart around on a pool noodle for an hour, I’m still moving, and the water makes the impact on my bad knee go away.

I did not have grandparents like this at all; my paternal grandparents were overwhelmed simply by interacting with us at all, and maternal grandparents were only concerned with themselves, and while they didn’t actively dislike us per se, it was like they were all very elderly from my birth onwards. Just sort of an afterthought. It’s not like grandparents today who seem very involved in the lives of their grandkids. I didn’t dislike them save for my maternal grandmother who pitted her children against one another and liked triangulating people, and when she died left her two older daughters 25K each and left all of the rest to the youngest, which was heaps more, but none of them were particularly involved. They never would have gotten me orange juice or paid any attention to something I mentioned. So if you have these grandparents, you’re lucky!

Watching that United Health Care CEO Brian whoever getting shot like a professional hit was so delicious. The unidentified shooter walking up and immediately taking him down without pause for all the evil shit he wrought upon people for insurance they pay for was wondrous.