If someone could bring me a cup of coffee, that'd be swell. I don't want to get up from under this lovely duvet.

I have tried to thwart a Florida friend's visit, by letting them know I cannot guarantee the weather here ever being above 80°F. Thwarting failed. They've picked mid July.

I beg your pardon!

It is 4:42 pm, and it is too dark for me to drive safely.

I have Ian working from one side of the house while I sit on the other so we can both watch for this dog to lick. Not quite as comfortable as his office chair, but what are you gonna do. Licky dog's gonna lick.

God I love the mute button.

I'm sorry, but what sort of dumbass ad is this? I know when I buy paint, I put the individual cans on the rooftop instead of in the car.

Ive been wrapping Jackson's leg for a month straight, and everything has been fine. My last wrap was apparently too tight, now his paw is swollen, and I feel like an absolute asshole of a dog mom.

I just got bit by a mosquito. I'd like to speak to a god damned manager.

My husband eats rockets so annoyingly that even sitting a floor apart, I had to get up and move, lest I kill him.

Today we say goodbye to the house's original 1991 washing machine, and make way for one from this century. One where I dont have to use a special knock to get it to start, and a heavy push in juuuust the right area to get it to spin.

The rain is loud this morning.

Do you think anyone still eats Chuckles candy? They still appear to make it, but who is eating it?

I got to pick the movie, so tonight we're watching clerks.

The laws of TV state that if you see Rudy is on TV, you must watch Rudy on your TV.

I have on a 'murican channel, and they're advertising "naturally fermented meat sticks". First, ew. Second, why? What is wrong with y'all?

I have subtitles on for the Bob Dylan movie, as even being played as a character by Timothee Chalamet, he's still incomprehensible. The subtitles agreed just now, simply reading "Bob mumbles."

We took Jackson's bandage off because its been 16 days, and it should have been healed enough to let it free. He's licked it to the point where it looks like raw meat. Welcome to another 2 weeks of bandages, my friend.

This is the greatest smelling candle of all time. They only sell it during the Christmas season, so I try to buy alllll the candles before it's over.

It is November 7th. The temperature outside is 39F/3C. I just killed a fucking mosquito.

I just traumatized Jackson by mopping. He had to run and hide from the evil mop 3 times. Please send any pity you may have during this, his trying time.

I wonder how many people still have dusty AOL CDs in their desk drawers.

This is Jacks telling me to tell Ian that it's time for his walk. Subtlety is his specialty.

This is my favorite blanket. It's also Jackson's favorite blanket. Move, and he steals it.

HOLD. THE. FUCKING. PREMIERS. TO. ACCOUNT.

It's the kind of day to stay on the couch, curled up under a blanket, while listening to a book (Braiding Sweetgrass) and doing embroidery.

It is so dystopian to see people lined outside of a medical clinic on a day like this waiting for care.

Whomever thought putting a heat pump in a bedroom was a good idea is the dumbest mother fucker alive, and I would personally like to punch them in the throat. Related. I havent slept more than 3 broken hrs a night the past 4 nights. I cant wait until we can afford a furnace.

I am way too light of a sleeper.

I am goes to bed at 7 pm years old.

So tired. May die of the sleepies.

Jackson woke up HONGRY. He wanted breakfast before his walk. That never happens.

$12 for Marmite. Nothing that tastes thst bad should cost that much.

I hate when youre pulling out the strands in your embroidery floss, and the whole thread decides it has chosen chaos, leaving one giant, tangled mess.

I bought some oranges at Sobeys yesterday, and all I can say, as a former Floridian, is they always disappoint. Always.

The world is better without Dick Cheney in it.

There is a sound in the house. A light rapping like knuckles on the wall. Idk what, or where it is, but it may be what causes me to rip this place down, board by board.

Who knew carrying a 50ish lb bookbag would make my back ache? Not me!

Jackson is snoozing in the sun spot like the giant cat that he is.

My least favorite grocery store game is where the fuck is the Marmite and where the fuck is the tahini.

My S.A.D. has never actually been based on daylight. It's more rooted in the lack of green, and bare trees. With our trees now barren, depression season has begun. Happy Sherri will resume sometime in mid-June.

Our neighbor 2 houses down agreed to let their house be used for filming a tv show. Cool, cool. Its 9:43 on the night after we changed the clocks and my fucking street is lined with giant box trucks idling and working. Im about to put a fucking rock through their windshields. All 20 of them.

Im going to need newborn mittens because I keep slicing the shit out of myself with my finger nails.

Omg. The teeny tiny whimpers from Jacks every few minutes begging for his nighttime walk. I hate the time change.

This may be the latest Ive ever slept in on time change day.

watched the end of game 7 from canada and at the end of game canadian tv cut to a literal child crying in blue jays swag

Y'all

This is a 3 gummy game.

This is why I prefer basketball. You only.need to stress the last 3 minutes of a game.