Nic

Me: *pulls out a dry erase marker*

Client: dear god, not the board.

As grief in our house continues to mount, I’m forever grateful that my inner circle appreciates their fur babies as much as I appreciate mine. This cutie in particular has been an insane help as I continue to grieve my little “nugget butt” who died in June.

#claimed

There’s a specific bird that sings outside my window every morning. It’s song reminds me of the scene in Bojack Horseman where Sarah Lynne punches through a wall looking for cocaine and instead snorts drywall dust.

I have ADHD.

Minneapolis Nominated for Nobel Peace Prize After Anti-ICE Protests

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A client today told me that everytime they see an advertisement for taxidermy, they think of me. And damnit, if that ain’t a compliment, I don’t know what is.

We want to set the record so he is remembered for what he did. Alex put his body between a woman and imminent danger (murderous thugs(ICE)), and he lost his life.

Our former babysitter and current babysitter are best friends. So now we’re all in the kitchen while my son sits on his babysitter’s lap telling his old babysitter about his favorite car and a combination of English and Spanish is traded throughout the family.

I love this.

“ARE YOU SERIOUSLY SINGING FIDDLER ON THE ROOF TO MY DOG?!”

-my friend when she hear me singing “sunrise, sunset” to her three-legged GSD.

How many more young kids have to see the world change at the cost of losing a parent?

A group of grownup kids in a basement having an insane jam session was an unplanned and heavily welcome last minute addition to 2025’s bingo card.

Stitches come out today! I looked down after they took off the wrap and started feeling unwell so hubs handed me a bag of Doritos (by request) and I’m just over here living my best fucking life

Kate: what song is this?
Me: American pie.
Kate: who sings it?
Me: no clue
Kate: Don McLean
Me: I know the history of the song.
Kate: really?
Me: yeah: it’s about the plane that went down with the Beatles in it.
Kate: no.

Merry Christmas y’all

YouTube video by DisneyMusicVEVO Jessica Darrow - Surface Pressure (From "Encanto")

"We Don't Talk About Bruno is one of the best songs Disney has come out with in years"

Me in the corner still unresponsive from Surface Pressure specifically calling me out:

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Life with Maisie

Had surgery today. First time I was ever put under general anesthesia. Gotta say, not a terrible experience. And for someone with medical anxiety and trauma, that’s saying a lot. This classy bitch, her pack mates and her humans (my second family) have helped exponentially, too.

Me: Hey, Gray.
Gray: yeah?
Me: can I hug you?
Gray: um…. No.

😑

Physical documentation that my friends are oddballs, too.

#palatablyweird

Coffee shops are the best place to learn weird ass shit.

- vets are apparently now giving vasectomies to cats
- a cute nickname people use for the empty but intact vessels is “trouble puffs”
- raccoons are now being domesticated and are starting to evolve to have “floppy ears”

I guess if I’m gonna rage purchase, the time to do so is during Black Friday deals.

We are now in the “build the RMS titanic” phase of funemployment.

*while watching my friend set up Christmas decorations*

Me: anyone else notice this is a very ball-heavy holiday we’re prepping for?

Kate: you’re ridiculous

Paige: says the person who has dick ornaments.

Jennifer: (during my a conversation about fairytales and folklore) no one would survive the pied piper. You’d just wade into the ocean and drown.

Me: not me. This head inflates too much. My ass would be taking a transatlantic journey.

Some days you just catch your heart rate spiking too high and end up with your feet overhead during a workout class.

I don’t make the rules.

This dumb bitch has healed me in ways I didn’t know I needed healing. Grateful for her. But she’s a real dumb bitch ❤️

Hoe bag nights are fantastic. Also the best and safest people to test drive my new name with.

Me: the whipped cream is refusing to mix into my coffee.
Kate: sounds like a first world problem
Me: you know what? It is. I’m just over here in Panem getting pissed about whipped cream!

Had the opportunity to genuinely grieve my dog last night. In a group of people that just sat and made space. Not a single person touched me but I felt like I had a two hour hug through it all and damnit if I don’t think we all need more of that.

My in-laws are in from out of state. I have a four year old. Why do these two things matter? I finally get to fucking nap.