In an effort to curb doomscrolling, yet allow myself to sit brainlessly at the computer screen for literal hours on end, I have been down some pretty weird wormholes, folks. (Down Weird Wormholes was the third place contender for titles.) A few weeks ago, I searched how to wash one’s
TW: Shooting, gun death. In the spirit of 2020 I must tell you that this past weekend, I conspired to have a sleepover with my youngest kid and one of her best friends. We planned to set up two tents in our back yard (social distance! Outdoor air circulation!) have
*Wiggle wiggle wiggle grunt schhhhlooooooop* 1. I LOVE this! I’m gonna buy 50 pair and wear them every day! I look GREAT. 2. Move even slightly. 3. *Undething rolls down, over fat blob, binds uncomfortably and visibly underneath fat blob, in front of everyone, creating Hourglass Figure of Hell. There
Longtime readers know one of my favorite things to do around the holidays is catch the Irish flu, lock myself in the office, and play. This is especially my favorite thing when I’m supposed to do grown-up stuff like spend quality time with extended family, or clean my house in
This is our cat, Tori. She rolls up to the back door every morning and again in the afternoon about three times a week, meowing and tapping on the window. Don’t be fooled. She does not want to come in. In the morning, she is meowing for food. But not