I have to attend a black tie event in August. They don’t make anything floor-length in my size for a price I’m willing to pay. It ain’t MY anniversary, and I’ll never wear it again. I hate shopping.
Feeling increasingly demand-avoidant and I don’t particularly like it. I’m growling “WHAT?” every time I get a text as if people are actively trying to piss me off, and not, yanno, interacting with a friend in a normal way. I suspect I’m overstimulated but I’m not sure how.
Congratulations to everyone on tiktok going “Why does this stray female cat with a noticeably round midsection want to come in my house so bad? She loves me!”
You are about to have 2-7 cats
I love my cats, I think cats are the ideal pet, but I really wish they understood “fetch.” They like “chase” very much, but bringing the toy back isn’t something that crosses their minds.
I’m currently reading up on an old Irish term for a person who likes to stay home by the warmth and comfort of the fireplace (a person we might today call a couch potato). The term, cailleach na luatha, should immediately replace couch potato though. It essentially means “divine hag of the ashes”
My “easy weekend hallway reno project” (started in July) has reached the final paint stage, and I am dithering on trim colors, how I want to deal with the cold air return, and the relative merits of a picture rail vs. a gallery wall.
I was all ready to spend the day finishing up stripping paint off the woodwork, when the kitchen sink backed up so badly that I was forced to call a plumber, as my attempts to clear it were unsuccessful. I’m pretty proud of myself for tapping out and calling a professional, to be honest.
As we roll into Valentine’s Day, and with Easter looming- it’s time for my annual PSA- these kill cats. Period, full stop. Lily pollen is insanely toxic and will destroy their kidneys in 18 hours. If you have cats- THROW LILIES AWAY. 1/
The end of the storm means I can go back outside and continue trying to tame my backyard.
Uuuuugh.
The plants in the pots I can deal with. The ones in the ground are too powerful, too wild.
Bad People: "Hey I've invented an invisible money not backed by anything, its magic internet money"
Everyone Else: "Sounds bad!"
Bad People: "Ok but what if I told you every time you order a pizza it uses up a swimming pool worth of clean water."
Everyone Else: "You realize that's worse, right?"
Colonoscopy at 7am Tuesday. Second one this calendar year. Looking sadly at the Gatorade for tomorrow’s Evening of Emptying. Yeah, I’d rather know what’s going on in there, but… sigh.
