My dog’s best friend’s human dad has been hospitalized for weeks so he’s hanging out with us even more than usual and I’m making sure to give him extra…love.

I would actually love to have a wood-paneled station wagon.

This comment on an NYT soup recipe is a banger

Anyway here's a picture of our Christmas tree.

She finally got to my favorite and most expensive bra. She is now accepting congratulations.

But that was my favorite feature.

Kind of comforting to know exactly how it all ends.

No update on the bear who spent the last couple weeks killing goats, chasing people and dogs, and smashing pumpkins, but we can’t stay out of the woods. It’s our whole thing.

They were journalists at major news outlets in New York and D.C. before taking big pay cuts to run the Midcoast Villager, a paper covering a rocky, coastal part of Maine.

our dog is part corgi part German Sheppard and whenever people hear this fact they say "oh imagine those two dogs making him" and like, yeah imagine true love in a doomed world, I don't know what we're all so afraid of.

After a 6.5 hour, slo-mo sink-related disaster, I finally called it and told this taskrabbit guy that I know he tried but he made things exponentially worse. My dog’s all runnin’ with her dress unbuttoned, screaming but Momma I love him

I fell for it again. My dog clanged the metal garbage can and her empty bowl and barked at me. I thought she was extra hungry and gave snacks. Then I remembered she does this if I don’t appropriately move from what she considers the day portion of the house to approved Night Areas. I never learn.

Once a week I give my dog a big cardboard box to rip and shred and then I crawl around on my knees picking up the the scraps. Now she celebrates whenever a package gets delivered.

Next door neighbors have 6mo foster puppy. They love each other. Today she invited him to cool off in the shade under my car after a hike.

Attn: Gen X I have attained a pristine pair of the same boots Molly Ringwald wore in The Breakfast Club. Not similar, but 1980s Ralph Lauren deadstock. Decades of searching. they were always waiting for me. (Soundtrack of this post by Simple Minds.)

Signs at new private gradeschool that opened in my town say, "Screen-free classic education." This is a very wealthy town.

I'm sorry but it's time.

This is my 95-year-old neighbor. He's been living alone since his wife passed away from cancer, and not long ago, he also lost his loyal companion dog. Now, every day, our chicken Hei Hei escapes the yard just to visit him. She sits with him, accepts treats, and lets him pet her like an old

Would you be interested in helping some incarcerated folks access art supplies? A request from my pen pal follows. This is one way to fight fascism. Humanize the incarcerated. Jeremiah works so hard to help others.

I borrowed my hairstylist’s 1yo golden retriever to entertain Izzy.

Oh ok, sounds like he is innocent. Thanks for sorting that out for us, altruistic sex trafficker lady in a nicer prison

Occurs to me that the Joe Rogan of the left was Oprah Winfrey and as we now know, that was a catastrophe

For months I’ve been collecting and organizing links and legal documents to make my 80-year old aunt, who now lives in Florida full time, understand that we are not in a politics-as-usual situation. You would not believe how much time I spend thinking about this, about convincing her.

Finally on way home to her after 11 days.

Officially the longest I’ve been away from her since we met (7 days and counting).

Fun fact about the DC State Fair: we offer more than 60 contests including best pie, funkiest looking fruit/vegetable, best kids’ slime, and best District poem. I’m the president of the board now, but my involvement at the fair started with a blue ribbon for Best Fruit Pie (Non-Apple) in 2019.

Earthquake?

The year is 2025. Cathy, stressed to her breaking point, has begun painting graffiti on telephone poles

Izzy walked across a Rockefeller’s grave, then immediately licked a toad. Feels ominous.

Attention: @rmccarthyjames.bsky.social

My neighbor did everything she could for the chicken Izzy and I found dumped on side of road in a cardboard box, including bringing her in every evening to watch detective shows. But she wasn’t built to last. RIP Poppy, we love you.

I’m about to go on Facebook for first time since the 2016 election to access a local dog group and try to find people who might like FREE doggy daycare at my house because my dog is so bored she’s ruining our lives but cannot handle the dog park. Please someone bring me playful dogs for her.

One year ago I adopted this wild baby monster after she bewitched me with her dramatic eye makeup from the pages of petfinder.

I spent a good part of my day arguing — mostly in my head but also in a single, polite, icy-cold email exchange — with a woman at my HVAC service company named Flo.

My local wolves are thriving.

I am having an HVAC issue so I called the people and they are pushing maintenance packages which, fine, I’ve neglected this for at least two years and would benefit from a schedule but they are REALLY pushing an upgrade with “chemical coil cleanings.” Is this someone like spraying windex?

All the houseguests are gone, no more kids to play with in the creek. Now she has to listen to me rant about politics.

Should humanity exist? Let’s ask a man who cofounded an online payment-processing platform 27 years ago

ALL walks are taking place IN the creek until further notice. Here’s Izzy checking progress on the bridge my neighbor is rebuilding.

Major jewel heist news always exhilarates me.

The new independent bookstore in my small town is promoting this book so hard and I am — intellectually, emotionally, cellularly — so grossed out.

Once again positing my theory that in the Near Future there will be luxury models of consumer goods, cars, etc that do not connect to the internet, have physical dials, no touchscreens, etc. they will be /extremely/expensive and called something like “The Traditional Line.”

Last week my dog and I found a chicken dumped on side of road in a cardboard box. My neighbor with an empty coop adopted her and named her Poppy. Now my dog loves the chicken. She barks angrily at all other chickens.

I think this is really good question that should be asked in every election. I’m writing from a town where two of this moment’s highest profile and most powerful government weirdos lived/owned property.

No, the big news today is I’ve been text-exchanging photos and anecdotes with the woman who adopted one of Izzy’s littermates. (Izzy on left.)

BIG week for hyperlocal gossip in the very small town where I live – we are GLEEFUL.

If by some actual miracle AI destroys itself, or fades from favor, never let me forget how much I hated this time, the sense of ongoing horror as it invaded everything, the shock of how it drained society’s perception of the value of everything important and good.

Oh. No, thank you. Goodnight.

My aunt said Bailey, “isn’t a water dog, doesn’t like to swim.” Just sent her his letter from camp. (Izzy is leashed because she will run across road to harass chickens)

Night 7 of cousin Bailey’s visit: Izzy slept with one toe touching him.