Where does she get those God-awful jumpers? And are they mixed natural and synthetic fibers?

Today's Slightly Altered Reality is brought to you courtesy of two lemon drops from Cheesecake Factory.  

Saw on MSNBC that the "Oath Keepers" are providing a "security detail" to Kim Davis.  For once, I'm not sure who to cheer for.  There has to be some overlap -- possibly significant -- between the #BlueLivesMatter crowd and the Oath Keepers crowd, so if shots are fired, I fully expect cognitive dissonance and its concominant idiocy to make the Internet a hatefully entertaining place for a few days.  

Kim Davis ... it's tough for me to fathom what's going on in her head.  I do believe she's perfectly sincere in her beliefs, and she does display the zeal of the recently converted.  That she doesn't understand the role she is expected to play in the government baffles me.  If her faith is that strong, and she leaves her job in order to live her faith more completely, won't God provide for His faithful servant?  Or maybe she thinks God is too parsimonious to pony up the $80k/year she's making, possibly relegating her to the $13k/year median income of the county where she lives?  Maybe her flavor of fundamentalist protestantism is something akin to Prosperity Gospel?  I really don't know.  

And though I can't appearance shame in good conscience, girlfriend and her husband both need a visit with Trinny and Suzannah.  (Is that show still on the air?)

(In other news, just deleted several paragraphs that revealed secrets not mine to reveal.  Not about Kim Davis, who seems to have no secrets.)

Some other random thoughts I don't have the time to expound upon properly:  

1.  I wish there were an Arbys closer to Boston.  I could murder a roast beef sandwich, and it would be a damn sight better than this overpriced and heaping pile of food Cheesecake Factory offers.

2.  I wish this software on the iPad let me properly format a numerical list.

3.  I really am a lightweight when it comes to alcohol.  I hope my coworkers don't notice when I stagger in to work.  (Or that they understand that certain of them, who share a name with a common bird, make showing up slightly tipsy a much more appealing option than stone cold sobriety.)