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….WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?! In equally unsettling news, #SundaySupdates, a live Q&A I do WHILST COOKING, is live and public this Sunday at 8pm! Most Sundays it’s just for the Patreon people, but the last Sunday of every month, I open it up … Continue reading
I am obsessed with a guy at my gym. Not in like a creepy sexual way, but in just a fascination way, because he looks exactly like Drake. via GIPHY And I’m pretty sure his name is Jake. At … Continue reading
When The Mr picked me up from work today, I was just getting to the climax of my book, and I did NOT want to put it down, so I was naturally a little cranky about going to the gym. … Continue reading
Gio had to go to the vet yesterday for his first ever teeth cleaning. I don’t normally have any anxiety over dentistry, but for him it felt different. They had to put him under, which surprised me at first, but then made … Continue reading
Today a child totally called me out when I lied to him, but in my defense, he was hitting his father to an obnoxious degree (aren’t all degrees obnoxious?) and using truth and reasoning wasn’t helping. Me: Alright kid, this … Continue reading
A conversation I had with The Mr as we were getting into bed: Me: Do you think fish ever get headaches? The Mr: I’m sorry, ‘do fish get headaches?’ Me: Or any animals, I suppose. Do animals get headaches? The Mr: I’ve … Continue reading
For my birthday The Mr took me to see David Sedaris. He was performing, we didn’t pay him a visit or anything. It’s not like The Mr was all “Pack a picnic, darling, we’re off to visit with David!” and … Continue reading
It’s my birthday today! Yay! via GIPHY Not only is the universe providing an awesome solar eclipse, but while the world has been seemingly crappy lately, I’ve found myself refusing to give up on optimism. Because that’s how we … Continue reading
For me, writing is a lot of sitting around not knowing what to write about. Occasionally I come home from work and know that I need to sit down and write some things, but for some reason whenever I set … Continue reading