just two out of a hundred dames across our great commonwealth having a WEIRD time at a fabric store tonight

successfully preparing the thanksgiving rangoon recipe has imbued me with the deep evil corrupting energy of a wizard’s cursed talisman and now i’m envisioning a kind of quiche lorraine breakfast rangoon

noooo i lost my northe horde pin on the mbta today

during the thanksgiving parade on tv a tense moment at home was dispelled by a marcher with the goku balloon cheering “happy thanksgiving! GOKU!!!” directly into the camera

we don’t really talk about this much, but there are truly so few steps between “i’m cultivating a complex and gourmand flavor profile” and “i’m evil now actually and this is my wicked brew”

i think the moomins should have a gargamel-like figure who’d like to roast them into freakish little mochi hams

IMPORTANT UPDATE FOR SWIFTIES: Taylor has ceased to exist! She was but the embodiment of a dream had by the large whale daughter from SpongeBob, who is real! None of the other characters though just her!!

big iron’s labubu

when i’m out shopping on a weekday: yaaaaay woo-hoo! it is the rare delight of my life to not be working right now! when other people are out shopping on a weekday: UGH how is it so busy here right now! doesn’t anybody have JOBS to be at?

we came up with an idea for an oarfish beanbag draft stopper for our door and i’m preemptively obsessed

Okay, the crowd going nuts like someone just scored a touchdown at the Super Bowl all *through* the KDH performance is a hell of a thing to see hear/see:

i’m not hubristic enough to think this phenomenon is unique to me, it must be a well documented one. is there a WORD for when a smash hit favorite dish you’ve made before effortlessly is doomed to flop the moment you feel the slightest real or imagined social pressure for it to be a crowd pleaser?

experiencing advanced thanksgiving psychosis and deciding that 11am in my pajamas is the right time to spontaneously pull together additional appetizer to bring to my mom’s this afternoon

i’m not allowed to share ari’s face in this photo but we just got jumpscared by a local event using us in their advertising reels

skeptically eying a brussels sprout recipe that asks me to cook bacon and then discard the fat instead of cooking the sprouts in it,,,

need morale a morale treat this afternoon? we got a couple of biscoff snowman milk teas from gong cha and they came wearing extremely cute little removable scarves and plastic top hats.

i have the day off to cook, clean, and rub oil into wooden spoons. my partner does Not have the day off and is working remotely in the next room. and here i hope we have earned the sympathy of anybody who has ever been in love, because our goofy asses are not accomplishing SHIT.

getting ready to make a rip roaring mess in the kitchen by first deep cleaning it

friend of miffy

won a really scary garfield doll from a claw machine game - he’d had his face obscured and i hadn’t realized that it was contorted and locked into a rictus grin with wide frightened staring eyes. anyway, i might cut his face off and replace it with a vinyl doll face? like a freak labubu.

used up half of a butternut squash to make a really beautiful one pot brown butter orzo with sage and parmesan, and the other half diced up into a cast iron skillet with shallots and hot italian sausage to make a big roasty extra savory side to mix into it 😈

explaining to my increasingly skeptical partner that i NEED to go to stew leonard’s to meet an animatronic cow for enrichment and personal wellbeing.

There is no way you can guess how the thread that ends in this instant classic begins.

put a cake in the oven just on time for the power to go out for the entire neighborhood

stumbled across an official bandai gashapon location at the burlington mall, this imperiling myself

instagram is showing me the $2,000 cake stand again and it makes my blood boil with furious futile wanting. they should make an affordable nice sturdy plastic version for like, the clumsy child nieces of the imaginary evil hateful rich person who owns this in my mind.

having secret “just like fallout 4” thoughts about every autumn sight, wickedly.

went to bed with no doubt in my mind that the morning farmer’s market was our next stop, but now it’s raining which means it’s lucky if either of us wake up before noon

misled by the advertisements, for just a moment i lived in a world where this fleece was available in adult sizes.

okay! i have sourced a tablecloth with a picture of the moon in it, paper wolf party plates, stuff to make steaks, and my mom’s buttercream frosting recipe. i think we’re a bag of cake flour and a container of crisco away from being ready to celebrate wolfenoot rites.

living with your partner will change you, we’re two not particularly christmas aligned people who are already talking about holiday mantlescapes, matching pajamas, retro-style lighting options, and spending all of black friday decorating

big iron ate a moth 🙁

i’m so hype to decorate our holiday MANTLE! ari has an old tin litho dollhouse that fits on it perfectly, and i’ve sourced fake snow, tiny trees, little wreathes, and miniature LED christmas lights.

last night i cut up our beautiful drapes because they were so long they dragged on the floor, but i made a real butchery of it and now i’m in a sulk. they were clearance at ikea, but now they’re no longer available unless you’re willing to front quadruple price on a GLANSHAGTORN off latvian ebay.

i think the hello kitty friends lego sets are sweet, but because there’s not a currently airing sanrio cartoon in my personal sphere of awareness i like to imagine up a hypothetical child who thinks kuromi is just a random character from their legos that everyone liked enough to make stationary of.

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reading moomins for the first time and i think these bitches are gay. trying very hard to be normal and unreproachable in my children’s lit consumption but every other sentence is like “moomintroll had a gay little crush on snufkin and felt sad but didn’t know why. also the pine trees were lovely.”

getting real moomin-pilled this autumn season. real moomincore. (if i moomin hard enough it will tramp down my terrible impulse to reread little women)

a sunbeam hit ari’s blue butter dish perfectly this morning and it lit up electric to cast weird LED-style shadows on the fridge. 10/10 morning moment, big recommend.

“can i get you anything?” “i need you to put my body in a bottle” “and then?” “throw it against the wall” “NO!”

getting instagram ads for weed communion wafers

i want our sweet smart handsome little boy cat to get everything he wants in his retirement years, a wish that is complicated by his fervent desire to spoon the space heater until his fur singes.

went bowling with my mom for her birthday the other day and it was so funny because there was an entire children’s birthday party playing the neighboring lane and stealing all the balls

somehow did not manage to kill my candy corn mums, which means i get to make myself some coffee and get them ready to hibernate on the porch.

i want elective laser nail shortening surgery where my nails stay short round and smooth forever

felt too sorry for our little pumbo to truly ditch him once he was past his prime, so i’ve made him a secret retirement home in the bushes by the curb where he can watch the dog walkers go by.

a sad day for our wasp nest, but a TREMENDOUS day to be this lucky woodpecker!

friday night we went to a screening of the lighthouse that included greyscale audience engagement toys - baked bean slime, a whoopie cushion, a little LED lantern, and instructions for making an origami sea bird (instructions unclear - we made little grey cranes from memory instead)