Days like this call for a very long bath and one weed

I’m a nerd, but I love this

It's another beautiful day in Zamunda (it’s not, this day is gonna be a challenge)

all the husband wanted today was to watch the Open and this dish, which is what I made for him on our second date back in 2004.

a real-time dad lowlight: I just accidentally ran the garbage disposal with this tiny spoon in it. It got lodged in the disposal, so I had to unplug it and pry it out.

Fully packed, loaded, and unloaded the kiddo solo for 4 weeks of summer camp. Only forgot one thing.

folks of a certain age, etc

seersucker szn

truly insulting to have a migraine all day, have it lift at 5pm, then get an aura and a second one at 8pm

happy Wednesday, y’all

I regret to report that I made the mistake of waiting too long to book a Fourth of July escape from DC, and now any place that I’d remotely consider is either booked or just stupid expensive

81 days.

go sawx.

Scenes from camp drop-off weekend.

an unplanned ATL wkend turned into something special, thanks to @glitterburrito.bsky.social @circusmaximus.bsky.social + @mondilator.bsky.social ♥️ @normcharlatan.bsky.social, lovely to meet you! @hollyanderson.bsky.social, thanks to you, I’ll dream about little rey’s pancakes AND that damn clown 😘

I just watched a Georgia frat boy tuck a cigarette into his lip, then disappear into the outfield hedges at Foley Field. Good to see things haven’t changed THAT much. Go Dawgs.

Perfect princesses

when the massage therapist says “oh honey, your body is a MESS” it does make you reevaluate your life choices for a moment

Peak Buckhead moment unraveling in front of me before 10 am: Botoxed woman in leopard Lulu leggings sits at restaurant patio for breakfast, orders an espresso martini. When the server delivers it, her “service dog” (a poodle with a top knot) snaps at him

hello I’m home

out of office

Proof that my workdays could always be more stressful. @glitterburrito.bsky.social: “OMG absolutely tf not”

POV: when even your horoscope stops pulling punches

BEAMING over a DGD getting to ring that end of treatment bell today

Well this is sweet.

follow up, dude was under 5’8. it’s just, how do you manage to manspread when your legs are shorter than mine

itsy bitsy Stone Mountain in the distance, from many floors up

yes, dude in the bulkhead comfort seat directly behind me, I did grimace at you. You took your shoes off. What is wrong with you

aw, man.

Listen, Delta: you know I love you. But. I am professionally, physically, and emotionally exhausted, and piping an instrumental version of “Fix You” into the PA of this plane during boarding isn’t helpful.

If anyone wants to know what mom guilt looks like in food form, it’s homemade mac & cheese with pancetta w/ 3 different kinds of cheese

/slams laptop shut for 2 whole days, just short of hitting full burnout* *except when I check email 2x/day bc I’m the one minding the shop while boss is gone, fml

Just got recognized at my waxer’s by my Bluesky name. Maybe it’s time to leave this place

We now have a high schooler in our house. And yet, I’m still 27.

This is getting pretty old

brb, moving to Portugal, or as far away as my SkyMiles will take me from this godforsaken city

If you say you don’t want to toot the horn of a subway or a train or a big truck, you are an absolute liar and a sociopath, everyone wants to toot the horn on big pieces of transportation equipment and get excited at the sound.

how the F do these weirdos find me

Every person that ever ate a Tide Pod is living and driving in Atlanta.

I think I accidentally trained my body to only need 5 hours of sleep, because after going to bed last night at a reasonable hour for the first time in weeks, I woke up ready to rock at 3:15 am.

Sorry, bud, flipping the piano over isn’t a sufficient distraction from the fact that you cannot sing apple.news/A3vxODTsbRE6...

welp, NOLA trip is officially off. Pouring one out for the Mr. B’s shrimp that I could almost taste. b/t the failed Buenos Aires trip and this trip, I’m starting to feel like a travel planner who’s great at making reservations, but terrible at actually going anywhere.

Walking a way with a bit of a crush, admittedly

This might be the best snap decision of my life

Holy shit, y’all

No *you* bought a $90 floor seat to Springsteen an hour ago and are headed to Nats park for the last hour or so of his show

And sometimes my job is oysters.

The way I did a double take at that first one, thinking it was LSU

Sometimes my job is just carrying a sign.