Today was an awesome day. I had a killer bagel sandwich, got to watch wiener dog races, met a stunning 5yo Irish Wolfhound that reinforced my love of the breed, and then cheered on my husband in a game of musical chairs in inflatable costumes. All in beautiful, breezy 80 degree weather.
I loathe watching local women owned businesses beef in public forums. There’s room for everyone, even in a niche field. We should be encouraging and celebrating each other, not making snarky/degrading comments and turning your social media into a Petty Betty Boop free for all.
It’s been a while. I’m doing my best to mind my mental health while navigating my family’s safety and I hope my friends and loved ones are doing the same.
47 doesn’t feel much different than 46. Hooray for another trip around the sun!
It’s been a while since I’ve been on this side of social media. I feel like I consume social media in nibbles these days, which is probably a whole lot healthier than the alternative.
Thankfully I’m doing well. Been a crazy year and the path forward might be scenic, but it’s also beautiful.
A blissfully quiet Saturday to round out a busy week before another busy week sneaks up on us. I needed this so much and I’m going to enjoy every minute.
There’s something grounding about eating a beautiful meal off paper plates while lounging in a bath, sipping rhubarb strawberry soda, and reading stories about a magical Scottish town replete with a mischievous ghost coo.
Busy days need a bit of whimsy to round them out, don’t you think?
Listening to perfume reviews and the standout phrase of the day is “a few sprays of this will cling to you like religious guilt”.
My youngest son saying “son of a wowee” when he sneezes at 22 entire years old will never not amuse me.
“There is no disability for which the appropriate accommodation is a human punching bag.” -KC Davis
Are we great yet? Because I’m not feeling great about any of this.
How can five days feel like fifty years?
There was no one else like Bo. Fiercely loving and protective, devastatingly funny and talented, she was a force of nature. The world is less colorful without her in it, but we’re determined to ensure her legacy lives on.
Please help us honor her.
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I’m getting damn tired of living in unprecedented times. I’d really like to get back to the days where the most difficult decision I had to make was which perfume to wear.
One of the hardest things as a parent is watching your adult child navigate a devastating loss and wanting to protect them but knowing you can’t.
Bo, thank you for loving my quirky kid for the last 12 years and giving him the confidence to be himself. We’ll miss you.
Be a force for good, y’all.
One of the unspoken frustrations of aging is the incredibly itchy shins that happen randomly. Thank goodness for unscented body wash, prescription cream, and CeraVe Healing Ointment.
I feel like it was a missed opportunity because most boys I know would absolutely love an actual milkshake. Alas, the artist went in another direction.
Heck yeah!! Fitting, no?
I definitely took advantage of starter packs when I first joined. Just trying to kickstart the algorithm.
It’s been a while friends but I’m here. Had to let our 6+yo ferret go yesterday, which wasn’t a difficult decision (he had advanced adrenal disease) but a gut-wrenching process. I hate grief and grieving and loss and I feel like an absolute child but all I want are tacos and hugs and distractions.
Dog, written by cats.
A cloud of soap bubbles lay atop a tub of water. A pink and blue swirl with flecks of microglitter emerge from the center of the foam.
As we drift through the eve of my birthday, I am thankful for the people in my life who love me, challenge me, and support me despite knowing I am a feral gremlin of a human being.
I am also thankful for Lush bath bombs, soaps, lotions, and massage bars. Especially Sleepy and Twilight. 💙
Spent some much needed time with my sister and family last week. Even indulged in some matching ink therapy! Now it’s time to rest and enjoy my birthday week.
Take care of yourselves. 💙
It’s been a long weekend. Can’t wait for my sister’s arrival on Tuesday; gonna soak up our time together before she goes back home on Saturday. There’s even a matching tattoo happening!
Describe your inner monologue with a single photo. I’ll go first.
A dandelion gone to seed against a green lawn. The dandelion is being held between the thumb, pointer, and middle fingers of a hand with a white silicone ring on the thumb. The thumb has a freckle on the side.
Make a wish.
A scruffy, wiry grey dog lays in a yard of dry fall grass holding a multicolored rope toy in his paws with his ears up and an expectant look on his face.
The goodest boy is waiting for his cousins to arrive. I don’t have the heart to tell him it’ll be dinner time before they’re here (or that it’s going to rain all day, thwarting his plans to chase them around the yard).
Grendel is 100% over it.
Downloaded my X archive before deleting. It’s hard to see how hopeful I used to be compared to how angry I am now.
