I’m getting a fancy cardiac CT today, because my stress test was equivocal because I had some chest pain during it. Which is probably unnecessary, because I’m pretty sure I had just pulled a muscle and running on the treadmill made it angry.

We have a little sandwich shop that we walk to for lunch pretty often. The guy apologized for it taking so long, and John’s like “whatever man, you guys are busy, no worries,” and then the whole staff basically said that we’re their favorite customers. So that was super nice.

Oh also, I read my husband that Adam Corolla quote today and the FACE that he “So he just… admitted that? Like voluntarily?”

Since it wasn’t 95 degrees and outside stopped smelling like burnt wires, we took the kids up to Picklesburgh and they were thrilled. They rode the T, they had pickle pizza and pickle Eat n Park cookies and got pickle balloons.

Raising children is relentless, and I’m not gonna knock someone for needing a break from some of the tasks related to it HOWEVER those tasks in aggregate are like… their childhood. If you just swan in for the fun shit, what are you really even doing here?

Kids wouldn’t go to bed last night, so I’m just up wondering why Jimothy doesn’t have a middle.

The Jerk, which I just let my 11 year old watch.

Jesus Christ, man.

Big kid keeps hugging little kid into a ball while little kid yells “I’m not a Pokémon!”

We haven’t gotten into this with reading so much yet (our dudes are 11 and 6) but I am finding myself using the phrase “everything isn’t about/for you” like a LOT these days with the kids. It’s a life lesson a lot of adults have skipped over.

My brother does some kind of… CAD? Maybe? At a place that makes like enormous commercial transformers. I could not even successfully pretend to be doing that job.

How many weeks do I need to be on this new medication before I stop being surprised and confused to feel sickly the next day? More than 8, apparently.

The kids want to do Picklesburgh this year, but my weather options are looking like 94 degrees with all the sun, or 81 and raining.

I gaslight my own self entirely too much about how much harder an autoimmune disease makes my life, like maybe I’m just secretly very lazy and I’m blaming the RA for it. But then I’m on steroids for a week and my bones feel like a normal person’s, and girl you SICK sick.

We, along with a million bajillion other people, went to see the Big Boy today in Struthers, Ohio. But look how happy my little railfan is.

Getting literally zero sleep for the second night in a row. All work and no sleep makes Homer something something.

This is the best stage entrance by anyone, ever. I was not prepared.

Woke up, halfway into walking into the kitchen for coffee, couldn’t put any weight on my right knee anymore. My joints do this kind of shit to me sometimes, and they usually stop fairly quickly, but this one has been persisting for hours now. Even really leaning on my cane, it’s hard to get around.

Not saying that game was stolen from Egypt but it is now on display at museum in London.

We sort of did the reverse, which would also make a great show: Once, my mom was telling me that she heard something about a festival in the desert. Like a computer festival maybe? And I’m like, mom are you talking about SXSW? She was.

At the vet with Kiki, where they have FIVE Ukrainian flags because Don doesn’t do anything halfway.

I don’t understand why this is happening at all, but I grew up on General Hospital and I love this. I haven’t watched Carly slap the shit out of somebody in like 15 years.

Watched Something Very Bad is Going to Happen, and boy, did it ever!

One year for the fourth, we were setting off bottle rockets. We’d recently gotten some of those parachuting army dudes from the arcade and we thought, hey let’s tape these guys to the bottle rockets, see what happens. And it totally worked.

Playing an outdoor concert tonight armed only with a cooking towel and this tiny fan.

We haven’t been doing porch coffee, because we’d have to do it at 4am to get any kind of tolerable temperature (and it would still be 75.)

LET’S GET READY TO SCHISSSSSMMMMMMMMMMM! My money’s on Chicago Pope. youtube.com/shorts/lOjVh...

We usually monitor the kids a little more at bedtime, but it’s summer, so we’re letting them go a little feral. Anyway, the six year old fell asleep cuddling an open bag of potato chips.

Sorry this feels like getting attacked by a guy with a sword and saying "He missed! I'm saved!" while having no plan for the guy or the sword

Well, we gave them a chance to fix their hearts.

I kind of love that my kids can text me. They’re having a sleepover with my folks tonight, and my six year old sent me this.

My husband’s high school punk band drew bigger crowds.

One year, we had 108 claims on our insurance and 102 of them were mine. So… yeah, my husband has definitely gone an entire year without needing to go to the doctor for anything, but that doesn’t mean we want to pay for his broken leg out of pocket when he DOES need it.

The cats have been glued to me since I got home. This one is Twix, but I’ve been calling her Jarko based on the “what do you want, Jarko?” knob hockey video.

Like this. This is incredibly stupid, there can’t be any way Alito actually believes the things he is saying here. It’s just not possible.

I think Watergate would just be a blip on the news if it happened today, but that’s a horrible indictment of our current situation and not evidence that Nixon got a bum deal.

TV shows go so far between seasons now that I end up having to rewatch the whole series when a new season is out because I can’t remember the hell was going on. But The Bear is like… stressful as shit to watch.

I couldn’t count the number of times in my life a doctor has said "hmm." Sometimes they call in another doctor and say "hmm" together.

Big Cheese caught the biggest fish at scout camp, all by his dang self.

You’re not punk and I’m telling everyone.

My kid, reading our scout camp schedule: “what’s reveille?” Me: “you know how I wake you up for school? It’s like that, except with a trumpet.” My kid: “oh.” Me: “it’s also at 7am” My kid: “OH NO”

my dentist wants me to stop drinking so much tea but I want to continue to enjoy my one wild and beautiful life so it appears we are at an impasse

The kids are taking swim lessons this week, and a little girl just said “if it’s not drowning, it’s swimming.”

We played kids vs parents kickball tonight, brought to you by Advil.

How about another piece of art I did. Just gonna keep posting see where it takes me. #art #oc #illustration #digitalart #fanart #drawing #furry #sketch #indiegame #videogames #streetart #popart

Thomas House of Dublin exhibiting the pro-human solidarity that all of us should demonstrate.

I don’t generally find “what’s the deal with husbands?” content to be super relatable, but we’re getting ready for our kid’s party tomorrow and I think he’s outside washing the roof.

Iran Deal FINAL FINAL 2.docx

Still referring to the Matrix trilogy as “the Matrices.”

We got paid a small honorarium for playing out of state with the community orchestra, which means I’m now totally a professional violinist. Please adjust your levels of respect for me and my classy activities accordingly.