Five things I have thought this week:

1. If you pause and ask yourself if you should or should not wear a sloth shirt, that is not a question. You should always wear a sloth shirt.

2. Why do I want to hid under the covers when Liz Lemon reaches out to stroke Peter Dinklage on the head because she thinks he is a child, but laugh my ass off when Dave Chapelle talks about raping feet?

3. Ed Sheeran must be a god to red heads everywhere, because he is even on the hip-hop station.

4. Lots of my friends posted pictures of them with their babies for Mother's Day and I took a picture of me gardening with my dog. I'm sure they love their children, but I'm going to take a moment to assume those babies where no more help gardening than Yadi was and he doesn't poo or pee in the house or wake me up at night. He does shed, though, and roll in dead things sometimes. Tit for tat, I guess.

5. I wave and give seven blessings to every car that actually stops at their stop signs and doesn't run me over. Seven blessings is from Game of Thrones, but I can only think of three blessings I'd give to someone: Health, Happiness, and Love, but three blessings sounds pathetic.