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I’m going to switch to When The Wind Blows by Raymond Briggs

You’re going to have to stop crying when I win each time

But sexy

David Attenborough

(I gave him a squeaky Elon Musk because it was so much fun to watch him bite it, and he promptly tore the head off it)

Yes, but I won’t say where

The jury is still out on whether either one of us is a hundred percent human though.

I have never seen @stevelieberart.bsky.social look so uncomfortable. It was the BEST.

One memorable time on the bus when I was sitting next to @stevelieberart.bsky.social, a guy told me his theories about contrails and then somebody else sat across from us after and told me his theory on aliens, and I got the contrails guy and the aliens guy talking.

The mentally spectacular love to tell me their theories but they aren’t alarmed that they’re saying these things, they’re just happy for an audience. It’s the regular people who freak out.

A lady turned around in a grocery store line, looked at me, and said “I’m buying all the ingredients for a recipe my mom used to make but she died without writing it down and I don’t know if I can make it.” Then she cried and I said “you’ll do fine, it won’t be the exact same but it’ll be close.”

I’m totally serious though, if I make eye contact with strangers for too long, they often blurt things they were thinking.

He finished saying that and we stood there for a moment, maintaining eye contact while I smiled and he looked freaked out, and then he said “WHY DID I JUST TELL YOU THAT” and I said “darlin’, people just tell me things, can you adjust the nose bridge a little.”

I went to try on new glasses, and the optometrist said, with visibly increasing alarm the more words came out of his mouth, “My pants are falling down. My dad always says ‘your beer-gut’s pushing them down in the front and your no-ass don’t give them a place to hang from.”

Incontrovertible.

My husband just compared living with me to living with an African Grey parrot that loves you but you’re also afraid of.

Did C.D. Payne write Youth In Revolt?

Thank you! I get a little worried sometimes because people get scoldy on here about alt text ONLY being descriptions of EXACTLY what’s in the photo, but I feel like everyone should get the chance to suffer through my bad jokes.

A whippet and/or Dobby the House Elf

Brown Steel. A whippet, gazing pensively into the distance, looking like he’s capable of thought

A yawning whippet with his legs stuck straight out as per usual

Mr. Twist Whippet and his chopstick legs.

A baby crow in mid-gulp with a piece of dog food suspended inside his beak.

Today’s best The Mafia portrait. This is this year’s baby, the only one with pink “lips” still around his mouth corners. (Also the only one I can tell apart from the others and only until he gets all feathers grown in.)

Hahaha ow

The Mafia will have to do something more interesting than just pooping on things. They do keep letting the dog out, they play with the gate closure and open the yard gates. Luckily the dog just walks around to the front and sleeps on the doormat.

The two go hand in hand

Lemme go talk to Stew. I’m so excited! I’m going to have to take a day to understand anything you say, you are going to have gone native. I have been watching a lot of Taskmaster to get up to speed on Understanding English Accents though.

YAAAY I was thinking of going in the spring of next year? Would that work for you?

Have you ever been to the Thackeray Museum?

I am perennially amused by saying “I have to go give The Mafia some dogfood” or “The Mafia shit on the neighbors’ car” or “The Mafia left a dead squirrel in the yard.”

The Mafia, which is my collective name for the three crows who made friends with me and who monitor my every movement around here.

They are also known as “The Qwoks” because they have a particular noise they make when they see me that sounds like that.

Goodbye, The Mafia, I will see you tomorrow I guess.

I was just given a camera for my birthday and so I made The Mafia pose for portraits.

Fucking hell, I am doing this! I have always wanted an excuse to go to Yorkshire.

My dog melted.