Straight-on shot of a hardbound book on a bed sheet. At the top of the cover is the title, Dungeons & Dragons Crochet | A Book of Many Patterns, and at the bottom is a photo of amigurumi mimic, gelatinous cube, baby owlbear, hand & eye of vecna, and beholder eye stalks with yarn basket and dice. The author's name, Stacy King, is nestled in the negative space created by the objects in the photo & text overlaid across the bottom of the photo reads "Includes 20 patterns for amigurumi, wearables, and household items"

Oh hell yes

Damn i guess I'm back

Day 2 of this prednisone pack got me feeling like i could win a fist fight with god

"But Meg," i hear you say, "why didn't you just dilute it?"

Bc in typical #adhd fashion, it took 3.5 business days for it to occur to me to even check the damn instructions to see if i had screwed up or if this tea was *supposed* to burn like hellfire on the tongue

a baby in a green shirt is making a funny face while sitting on a couch . Alt: a baby in a green shirt making a worried/pained face says "help"

Failing to read directions & ending up with a quadruple strength cup of "hot cinnamon sunset" tea

a man in a red vest is talking to an elf in a store . Alt: Buddy the elf grabs the store manager's arm, excitedly exclaiming I KNOW HIM. I KNOW HIM

Thought watching a nature show was gonna relax me while i get double-teamed by strep & flu-A, but then my man came to the smokies & now I'm here

Making the Southern mama "AAH" every time Tom Hanks keeps putting a long A in Appalachia

A small cup of buttermilk ranch dressing sits next to small piles of cut celery and carrot sticks on a red fiesta saucer. Yes, it's the good shit. Please be proud - I cut those veggies my damn self & actually saved parts of the celery to grow more bc I'm that bitch now. We are bedrotting, so that's my pale-ass calf & the hem of my blue/green/white plaid pj pants in the upper right-hand corner of the photo, & the background is the light taupe fitted sheet from upon which i seemingly run every part of my damn existence these days.

Bunnygirl dinner

May i just say that i did NOT expect the first season score of yellowjackets to hit "accidentally unmasking in the middle school pickup line" levels of go hard but I appreciate the shit out of it

My popes? Smoking.

WHEW
(Imma need you to nom an ear for me kthnx)

I just realized that this might actually be a problem & not a thing to celebrate

Li’l update: We growing in numbers, slowly but significantly. 😌

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I wonder if younger cats squeak bc their vocalizations are to communicate with mom/other cats & then later in life they're trying to communicate with humans & mimicking as best they can?
Also having more mature vocal folds?
Now i wanna deep dive on cat vocal function

Shout out to the one particular audhd brain cell connecting my brain's literal thinking & delayed processing systems for taking a YEAR to realize "no pokes, pricks, or tourniquets" probably definitely includes the way-too-tight braided elastic watchband I usually wear on the exact arm I should avoid

You know I am ALWAYS happy to overexplain myself 🤣🤣🤣

Lmfao, no - I do the inner corners of my eyes with my fingertips, but using the hitachi on my neck made my sinuses drain hard enough to make my eyes *also* drain just enough for me to notice they weren't really draining at all.
i do hit the spot between my brows with the hitachi, though.

No lie - i noticed that my vision has improved & i actually had the thought - how long have i been going through life with the equivalent of a grease filter on my eyeballs??

Mine are STILL POPPING
Also realized even my tear ducts were clogged up, so i started massaging the inner corner of my eye & the amount of eye goo that's come out so far..... it's like i had pink eye sans viral infection 🙃🙃
I'm gonna have to do a full hot compress situation to get it clear

Day 6 of using the magic wand to blast the shit out of all the lymph nodes from my armpits to my sinuses, & i finally remember that my left pit has been feeling swollen since the damn mastectomy OVER A YEAR AGO 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Y'all i was mixing the rub for some pulled pork & it turned into kinetic sand & now my brain has turned stabbing-stirring-staring at it into a stim bc the world is fucked & some asshole is using the tism as a defense for his atrociousness again

It is, but it's bc you're a tiny Virgo everyone thinks is cute (they're right), but who can & will unalive a bigger animal with your face bc they encroached on your territory

Honestly, it's just been really fucking annoying & I didn't even track that my nodes were blocked up - i just thought i messed up my shoulder by side-sleeping with large joint hypermobility issues, but it turns out I needed my lymph to drain more than I needed to stretch/pop my shoulder

Ok but yours is pretty & mine is a trope 😭😭😭

Fun fact: that one setting on the hitachi that you assumed could only be used for doing permanent damage to your nerve endings is actually really great for blasting the clogs out of your swollen armpit nodes if you're experiencing symptoms of lymphedema

Yes, it's years later & we've all moved on & canceled everything about that one series, but I just need to know:
Was that fucking website trolling my then-undiagnosed adhd ass when it decided that, out of all the damn animals in the whole wide world, *my* patronus should be a fucking SQUIRREL?

Another day of assaulting myself with the big light in the name of doing the most bare minimum of tasks to keep the household alive bc my brain refuses to believe that this level of ambient light could possibly exist outside of the time that we normally spend squinting & clutching our morning coffee

I misheard Fierna as Fieri & now it's canon that our cleric's deity is the God of Flavortown

I've just been walking around,squinting at the world, & waiting for the sun to come up or full dark to hit so that my brain will kick into *some* kind of gear instead of being trapped in transitionaltorporland

True love in your 40s is giving your partner a ✨️massager✨️ that'll bust "that one knot" just as well as it busts their nut