After handing over the contents of my checking account to the plumber for fixing my guest bathroom toilet, I am placing a tip jar on the back of the commode. Friends & family, I am sorry…but peeing at my house is no longer free.

I did not have men proudly announcing their status as pedophiles in attempts to protect other pedophiles on my 2025 bingo card, but here we are… & they can all go rot in hell.

Little did my TX-born husband know when he married a Pisces from Cleveland that yes, even in the notorious gales of November, he would be expected to walk with me to the end of our street daily so I can stare wistfully at Lake Erie while pondering existence. Dude’s a good sport, though.

Does anyone know where the love of God goes / when the wind turns the minutes to hours? 💨 🚢

THIS THREAD. Dear god, yes, all of this thread. Performative food donations don’t help anyone. If you want to actually make a difference, follow Anna’s advice.

Seriously, did they get that at Bed Bath and Beyond with a 20% coupon that came in the mail?

My AP Lit students are analyzing this poem by Ariana Monet while I am out for the day to go to an appointment with my neurologist. The coincidence was not intentional, but it is pretty funny to me. www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/160742...

Every time a war criminal dies, an angel gets its wings.

My guy who relocated from Texas to Cleveland in June has started referring to Ohio as “the Arctic North” after a week of high temperatures in the 50s F. Uuuhhh…😬 When should we tell him?

About 1 out of every 4 of the students sitting in my classroom next week will be hungry & aware that there is no food waiting for them at home. And for what?

I need 387 more hours of sleep.

That Springsteen movie REALLY messed me up. That said, go see it. It’s fantastic.

One week from today!

Seen in & around my classroom this week: signs, disregarded.

Why yes, yes I am going to the International Cat Show & Expo today here in Cleveland. Might as well have some fun while the world is ending.

Well, I guess I’m going to get a lot of books read and cross-stitching done between now and late March.

How long until spring training starts?

Hammy’s making me cry with this post-game season wrap-up. 😭

It is occurring to me that I’m listening to Tom Hamilton for the last time until late March, and wow am I sad. ❤️⚾️💙

ME: I should do my own nails at home to save money MY MENACE OF A CAT: The heck you say GHOST OF JACKSON POLLOCK: Beautiful work you two, I’m flattered

Prayers up for Roscoe & Lewis Hamilton. 💔 The bond between those two has always made me so happy.

Overheard from a student conversation today: “I don’t know if I should get a tattoo or buy car insurance.” And honestly? Same, kid, same.

At least we can all wake up this morning grateful that we’ve never taken a 99 mph fastball square in the face…well, every one of us except David Fry. Oof. Good vibes to that guy.

I kinda feel like going out & buying a shit-ton of Tylenol right now.

I really need baseball season to go on & on & on to keep granting me daily temporary reprieve from everything else… ❤️ ⚾️ 💙

Happy #Caturday! There are TWO cats in this image. 💜🖤

Small moment of beauty: a student brought me flowers from her family’s garden this week.

Also, some kids were shot at a school in Colorado today…but I guess in this country that’s just business as usual.

Wellllllllp.

Important lesson learned today: DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, STAND IN FRONT OF A FAN WHILE WEARING A WRAP SKIRT. Especially in a classroom full of your teenage students. (Thank god for cute slipshorts)

I just had a long conversation with my (bonus) daughter who’s a college student in Chicago & is terrified to leave her dorm because she’s worried ICE will detain her for having a Spanish last name. This is where we are as a country.

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve done a #caturday post…so here you go: Violet in all her beauteous glory! 💜 (Note her single white eyebrow whisker…that’s the antenna she uses to keep in touch with her home planet. 😆)

As an immunocompromised person, let me be clear: FUCK YOU, FLORIDA.

When I am telling you the moon was WILD as we walked home from a concert last night…this is what I mean:

Is it just me, or is it weird to have fighter jets flying over our democrat-run city while the fascist wannabe dictator in the Oval Office is using the military to occupy other democrat-run cities? I know some Clevelanders love the air show, but I’m not convinced it’s necessary or in good taste.

I actually talked to my therapist yesterday about how sad I am that baseball season is almost over.

Have I mentioned lately how much I hate the way healthcare is (mis)managed through insurance in this country?

Dammit Taylor, quit starting rumors about me & the gym teachers at my school. I am already happily committed!

She’s been found & is safe. Thank goodness!

Every teacher’s worst nightmare: one of my former students is missing and endangered. If you do anything that resembles praying, please do it for Sarah’s safe return.

Am…am I the only one who thinks this is a terrible idea? 😬 No thank you. Not using any of this.

Teaching feels extra punk rock this year.

My husband was not amused when I said I’d be sleeping with this on my pillow from now on.

Darn right I got to Progressive Field two hours early to get my Tom Hamilton bobblehead…and the line is around the corner!

Man, the soundtrack to Rent still fucks me up.

Football schmootball. It’s baseball season.

Only one more sleep until a woman umpires a regular season MLB game! All the luck & love to Jen Pawol. ⚾️ 💗

It’s International Cat Day, you say, as if we need an excuse to post pictures of our cats? Sure. I’ll fall for it.

It’s currently 76 degrees Fahrenheit outside, but it’s 91.2 in my classroom. Ah, the physics of a very old building. 🥵

Another highly-recommended #SealeyChallenge read. My favorite poem in it is one by Jericho Brown called “Arial View.”