Hannah Murray

My husband is doing the dishes in the kitchen, singing along to Centerfield by John Fogerty, while I read in bed, the perfect marriage.

Ew.

My husband gave the puppy half a lemon to keep him occupied & out of the way while the dishwasher was being loaded and I said I didn’t care but I just stepped on the soggy, half chewed half lemon, and so now I kind of care.

You know, the BRF had an opportunity to embrace two members of their family who are undoubtedly going through it HARD because their parents are fucking idiots, and instead they went with “you can’t come see the horsies and nobody will take pictures with you”. Just hateful elitist assholes.

I came to say.

Actually yes I am saying that you shouldn’t dehumanize anyone

No exceptions to the rule

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Well, kiddo doesn’t have strep, which was my big worry as that is The Thing Going Around™️ (+ measles, but kiddo is vaxed). But when the nurse asked if we’d done an at-home COVID test, I was shocked to realize I hadn’t even thought of it—since I’ve thought of it at every sniffle for the last 6 years.

Going to the doctor for me this morning, going to the doctor for the kid later. Not the way I’d like to spend my day, but grateful to be able to access needed care.

I was on threads for 5 minutes yesterday and ran into this. And while there are times I’ve asked “is this too much/not enough banging?” it’s always in the context of “for this story” not “for sales”. I wish I was better at marketing. I straight suck at it. But I’d rather be better at writing.

This is a gut punch.

Kiddo’s mild scratchy throat is now a cough and a 101.6 fever, so we’re off to the doctor in the morning. Strep is making the rounds, apparently. Yay.

In Dolly We Trust

I have a sex worker centric romance floating around in my head. It’s been there for a few months, percolating, and will probably stay there for a while yet before I’m ready to put it on page. If I can do it right, it’ll be really, really good. But I have to do it right.

This was already evil, and now we confirm it is GROTESQUELY evil.

We don’t deserve her, but those kids do. Out here doing Gods work.

I keep wanting to make this creamy mushroom pasta thing for dinner but last night the fam ordered Thai so I figured I’d make it tonight but I forgot to make bread so I made pancakes instead, tomorrow is for bread and pasta, I swear to god.

Of course he does.

I was up early with the monster and watched a documentary called The Secrets We Bury about a Long Island family whose father went out for cigarettes 60 years ago and never came back and they found him buried in the basement and it was just…sad. Good, but really sad.

On the record as profoundly and violently sick of this shit

I’m out here emphasizing to my kid that cleanliness requires both soap AND friction, and then we have tech bros.

I just talked my kid INTO a sleepover for her birthday. What the fuck was I thinking? Oh right, that I didn’t want to shell out $500 for a party at the local fun zone.

We ordered from a new Thai place and there was avocado in my shrimp salad rolls and I don’t know if that’s authentic apologies to all Thai people of it is but I was not warned and I thought the salad was rotten because that’s how avocado tastes to me so now I’m making scrambled eggs.

What in the wellness influencer hell.

There ain't a mirror big enough for this lack of self-reflection

"just be poor and stop bitching"

There are two sausage rolls left over from last night in the fridge, and I cannot wait until lunch so I can eat them.

In the meantime, I shall finalize these edits, send them off, and watch Oceans Eleven.

That is so very hard. Wishing you comfort and peace.

Hugo the apricot pittie puppy snuggled up under my arm, his nose tucked against me, asleep.

My husband said to me the other day, when I was cooing at the puppy, that he’s noticed a change in my demeanor since Hugo came to be with us. That I’m more relaxed, less anxious, more joyful with a puppy in the house. To which I replied, “Duh.”

All right, I wrote a blurb. Actually, I wrote two. One I like, and one I had to cut down to 140 words. Now I have to pull quotes. I had to put the puppy in his crate because he's like "work, schmurck, lemme bite your toes!"

We still HAVE anti-trust laws, right? They didn't repeal those while nobody was looking? Not that I'd put it past, you know, ANYBODY, but…that didn't happen, right?