I went to the Ohio portion of the Women’s March last weekend. I could not go to the Women’s March on Washington this weekend, but I did watch a friend of my daughter’s so that her mother could go.

As my daughter’s friend was dropped off yesterday we told her mother to be careful and to give ’em Hell. Based on the look of things today, women in cities all over the country are givin’ ’em plenty of Hell. Do not mess with women. Ever.

Back home things were quieter. I took my daughter, her friend and my son out for lunch. When we got back home, the three of them took off together. We live in a small, walkable little village so they can go anywhere they’d like. I did housework and didn’t think about it. It’s a nice day.

An hour or two later I got a series of texts from my daughter. All photos. Seems they went to the school, even though it was Saturday. And they brought along some sidewalk chalk: 

Assuming the rain that’s forecast for tomorrow happens it’ll all be gone before school is back in session. If the storms skirt by us, however, I wonder if I’ll get a call from the principal. Part of me really hopes I do.