Couple days late.

No one wants this. No one.

Ordered takeout tonight to try a new-to-us burger and two people could not possibly need this much ketchup packets, Rodeo Goat.

Meet Bow Wow, our first foster of 2026. He’s some kind of, uh, creature.

I hope that someone from the Houston Area Women's Center gets back to me next week when usual business resumes, but I've tried contacting them multiple times the past couple of weeks with no response. I have so much stuff to donate. And since I work for a DV org myself, I know SOMEONE is there.

Me anytime I leave Houston.

(Don't tell my husband, I'm going to pick up a foster dog later today. I hope he doesn't notice a third small dog in the house.)

Fuck it, let's nap.

I got Chad an Ooni pizza oven for Christmas and tonight was his first pizza. Definitely a learning curve, but parts of this pie were really pro. More attempts to come!

There is something satisfying about freeing your living room from the scourge of an actively dying tree.

My best friend gave me this tonight for Christmas and I don't think anyone understands my whole thing better.

Lemon pig.

I don't understand how you can make ears on the lemon pig.

I don't even know what day it is and we ran out of coffee filters. This is not the day for this.

I don't have the energy right now, but I have been stewing in the Bryan Johnson post for a day and will talk about it tomorrow. It's just so rich.

I am very annoyed because I just got chastised for giving away stuff in a Heights buy nothing group because I live in neighboring Timbergrove. Listen, I can just throw all this stuff away if you're gonna be like that.

Husband's colonoscopy went fine. He looked so cute waking up from his lil nap.

Notes from my husband's colonoscopy prep. I was out with friends and he was unbothered.

Would wear these in my hair.

Listening to a comedy podcast and they touch on not going back to in-person therapy after COVID. I tried to do online-only therapy for a minute, but I would urge people to find an in-person therapist if they can. That regular, uncomfortable check-in with another human being in a room is important.

This is the hour, Houston. If you’re awake, go outside and take it in.

The two books I wanted for Christmas. I’ll let @themountaingoats.bsky.social connect the two for me.

He's so obviously getting IV wellness shots and vitamins and fluids. It's like you guys have never had a sick cat.

My big plan for 2026 is to take back our house from malaise. Fix stuff that bothers me. New furniture and rearranging. Upgrading old stuff that doesn't serve us. Curate my stuff better. Give away what we don't need.

Our final fosters of 2025 are off to transport. It's time to clean up, regroup and figure out what 2026 fostering will look like without Chad here all day to entertain and socialize kittens. Might be the same, who knows. Maybe a day at the office is better when you know you can come home to kittens.

Has anyone out there ever fought against a business that creates a stench in your neighborhood and won? Because friends, I live in a neighborhood that smells like literal shit and it's because of a treatment plant and I am so tired of it and so many people here have given up.

Today on NextDoor.

Ordered take-out tonight and got a Barnaby's caesar salad and holy shit is that dressing the weirdest caesar dressing on earth. I think it has mustard? And nuts?

A new year cannot begin without a new notebook. Here's the one I chose.

Hey, work from homies, if you've purchased a desk treadmill do you actually use it? I'm considering it but I don't need yet another thing I'm just going to ignore.

On this horribly hot Christmas in Houston, I proudly proclaim that I am an atheist and your religion is none of my business and it's certainly my right as an American to not give a shit about it.

Cracked open the mistake bonus champagne. Cheers, wherever you are and whatever you're doing!

So. I bought a yellow car this year. I recently named it The Trusted Mustard, a reflection of my previous yellow car that flooded in Harvey, The Yellow Fellow. Chad got me 50 of these stickers for Christmas, featuring our dog Beans. Let me know if you'd like to be in The Trusted Mustard cult.

That post-Christmas "oh this is a nice box, I should keep it for some future gift" dilemma. Open up a closet and put it with all of the other nice boxes you've kept for some future gift.

If you’d like to join my exclusive Houston cult, I have 50 of these stickers. You don’t need to understand it, you just have to trust. Don’t worry about it.

Because HEB forgot our egg nog yesterday, I trudged to the miserable Kroger only to find that they were out of egg nog. Is this a tariff thing or what.

Good lord.

Good news for people with too many pets (like us) Ruggable now sells washable rugs that don't have that annoying pad system.

Great moments in Sara's 2025: Accidentally flushing my silver wedding ring down the toilet.

My curbside order did not include the egg nog I ordered, but did include a bottle of Veuve Cliquot and a $30 pinot that I did not order, so I guess it's a wash?

An apparent happy ending for this baby stray. A guy said he wanted her, the founders talked to him at length and then gave her to them. I didn't think that was a good idea at all. But then, today, there's this update. He named her Daisy. Bought her a pretty collar and got her rabies shot.

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Houston should stop inviting this loser pedophile to its holiday parties.

She’s like 👀 and I’m like 👀 and she’s like 👀👀 and I’m like 👀👀 and she’s like 👀👀👀👀 and I’m like 👀👀👀👀 and she’s like—

Anyone out there familiar with this Houston feminist publication from the '70s called Mockingbird? www.etsy.com/listing/1813...

Look who is ready for his first colonoscopy next week!

Finally, concrete evidence of men in women's bathrooms.

Tell me I'm wrong.

Had my family Christmas lunch today. My husband made Swedish meatballs, mashed potatoes, gravy, mac and cheese, roasted vegetables. All I did was touch a dish straight out of the oven and burn myself.

I give up. Have the tree.