I'm lying on my family room floor wearing one dirty sock and holding a water bottle half-full of watery coffee between my teeth.
My family's watching The Munster's:
which is some fifties Addam's Family ripoff I guess. I like how randomly normal the lady on the right is. Choice quote was a Bride of Frankenstein looking lady saying "Oh, hello! I'm just preparing a batch of oxtail soup!" That prompted my Mom to reminisce with my Dad about a landlady who actually made oxtail soup and how much it smelled. I'm not kidding.
I'm now wondering where you even get oxtails and whether that would be considered degrading. I mean we already eat beef butt so I guess we'd be chill with the tail.
I'm posting a picture. Both socks are off now:
It looks super fatty; definitely wouldn't eat it, but whatever.
Question:
If God is love, and God is everywhere, then how can a lack of love exist?
I'm now shaking my head, knowing that I probably can't answer that one. Back to Munsters.

