*drives bye* *waves*

When you still have 1/2 a mile to walk and need to pee.

I have found that Im spending more of my doomscrolling hours on Reddit, as it's cheerier.

I think that walk may have killed me.

A pair of period underwear have decided to move out of our house without telling us. They were washed and dried last month and then, Gone. Just gone. They're not in a single nook, or cranny. I wonder where they moved to. I hope it's nice.

Sometimes I really wish for that asteroid.

Im reading a book with such boring, one dimensional characters that Im hoping for all of them to die in the end. Yes, Im still reading it just because. A book has to be remarkably awful for me to put it down.

Jackson just came to get Ian "Excuse me. Do you realize it finally snowed? Why are we inside?"

We're just sitting here, discussing the complexities of punching a person in the butthole. As one does.

I just woke up. Yep, it's white put there. Now, coffee.

It's such a weirdly nice day out.

The vibes in every bar in Buffalo must be through the roof right now.

Jackson's fur is so confused. Hes blowing his coat in massive amounts. I vacuumed the couch last night at 9:30, brushed 6 brushes of fur off of him, and this morning it's covered in an inch of dog hair.

Grady Dick is the most not-professional athlete looking mother fucker out there.

@beardog63.bsky.social has mastered GF cooking.

@beardog63.bsky.social lying liar who lies

@beardog63.bsky.social Get the paper towels ready, I'm wearing crocs.

Finished the colorwheel. I added little polka dots to ease the area that was annoying me. That, and polka dots make me happy.

This color wheel is pissing me off. While the red orange section is 3 different colors, it looks the same. Am I pissed off enough to redo it? No. But it'll annoy me.

Omg. My farts could peel paint.

So tired

Why is my husband so adorable when he sleeps!

I see so many Halifax peeps posting about their water tasting bad, and Im like they must be nuts, my water is delicious! Yeah. Then my Brita filter ran out. Omfg. It was so bad. Long live my Brita pitcher, because that thing keeps me hydrated without the ick.

I need a sugar high with a caffeine chaser.

Ian is in the air!

I made a rookie move and looked at the temperature instead of the weather before going out and omfg, im freezing.

How much of a fit do you think Jackson will throw if I just let him out in the backyard? Im too tired for this dog walking thing this morning.

The perfect evening in: a pupper, a warm blanket, and some hand embroidery.

Splooted

Free to a good home: One annoying Shepherd mix. New owner must be able to speak whatever the fuck language he's moaning in.

I miss Ian.

STOP HITTING MY TITS! - Me to the dog

Texts from my husband. "I am going to go down for some breakfast. I had the biggest poop"

I do not have the patience to walk this asshole dog.

Alarms are bullshit.

You will be shocked to learn that after a 3 hr nap earlier today, I'm wide awake.

The woman walking her dogs up ahead of me is smoking a cigarette and omg, Ive never wanted one more.

Good farts are completely wasted when you're home alone.

It's a bubble bath and cozy jammies type of day.

Ian's gone, yet I still have minimal space in this asking sized bed because Jackson needs his room.

I almost had to call @dickyfield.bsky.social to save me from my coat. Zippers are hard.

Status Good Boy has been achieved.

@terriclarke.bsky.social I would like to lodge a clementine complaint! My clementine was mediocre!

So, will Jackson eat this time while Ian's away, or will he throw a full dramatic fit, refusing to eat or drink?

The time between 2:28 and now has been the slowest moving time that there ever was.

Could the rain be any more obnoxious?

@blasphemybunny.bsky.social How is Rah? Have you seen her lately? How are Steve and Luca? Please tell her her online friends have been thinking about her.

I dont know how a walk can be so exhausting, but OMG I need a nap.

Clementines: the breakfast dessert

Me, comes downstairs, grabbing my round buttcheek: I've still got some cake. My husband, a fatass, turns his head like an eager dog: what about cake? He was so disappointed.