A Shiny Blue Thing Collected By A Bird

We're calling the vet first thing Monday.

I feel like Friday was the last good day.

Zoë the elderly dog is doing her evening laps of the house, in which she can't find her water bowl, kibble, the front door, her bed, or her way out of corners.

Kid 1 called it her evening lapse. She's sundowning. She does it even when she isn't sick.

I hate admitting it, but it might be time.😢

My kids went to school on Camp Pendleton the whole 5 years we were stationed there.

Lots of countries put kids schools on military bases, because that's where their parents live and work.

"How can you oppose war when Khamenei was evil?"

Simple. If you killed Donald Trump by nuking Washington DC, I would not mourn Trump but I'd still say you're an evil war criminal who belongs in the Hague. It's really not hard.

Also: my mom's dad wouldn't eat chicken.

He'd worked at a fried chicken restaurant in his youth, before WW2, and they served*very* fresh chicken.

His job involved grabbing chickens from the cages that the farmers delivered, breaking their necks, and plucking them.

He never ate chicken again.

This is like a scene from a David Lynch production and everything you add makes it more so.

I really wish that penguin with a shovel could save us.

Somehow being up for 24+ hours with an elderly dog with explosive diarrhea had turned out to not be the worst part of the day.

"The Islamists oppose women getting an education," I mutter, as I aim my missile at the girls school

I thought he had died a while ago.

Or maybe I just decided he had.

None of this is legal, none of this is necessary, none of this is moral.

Peaky Blinders no posting that you can go to jail over no fucking posting that you can go to jail over

I didn't make this, but it needs a reposting.

My hallway is made of potty pads and I have rolls of paper towels in handy places. My washer is already busy.

I'm so tired.

Back to to writing the paper I have due.

The bad thing is that I'm probably going to be so caffeinated by morning that i will be able to taste sounds and hear light.

I guess the good thing about being up with an old sick dog all night is that I don't have time to doomscroll about the end of the fucking world.

I'm trying to do homework between cleaning up effluvia and panicked attempts to get her poop outside.

So anyway I guess this is what it feels like to be one of the tiny humans running through the streets while the giant supervillain monsters are fighting by throwing passengers trains and apartment buildings at each other

If you're careful, one pack is 2 meals for 4 people.

"hmm, the tofu looks affordable. I like tofu. The kids don't though... Maybe ... hotdogs?"

*waving hands* I know I know!

It's why I shop the meat section like someone looking at jewelry.

a woman is sitting in a living room talking to someone and says " i mean it 's one banana " Alt: a woman is sitting in a living room talking to someone and says "how much is one banana, Michael? What could it cost? Ten Dollars? "

Rich folks really see dollars like cents, don't they?

May I also suggest frosted animal cookies and basic grocery store salsa.

Alexa, start the adoption process for a raccoon

Whatever you like to pretend you'd have done to be a hero if you had lived during the Third Reich, you're doing it right now.

For a staggering amount of y'all, that's "well, what did you expect from the South?" and "Vote Blue No Matter Who, even tho Dems are doing little to nothing to save anyone!"

I'm going to keep going to school, and I'm going to finish my art education degree, and I'm going to teach people.

This is my investment in a possible future.

I refuse to give up all hope, because there is always an after.

I dream of being rich enough to have more than a $20 budget to give to patreon folks or drop in other folks' tip jars.

Of course I also dream of being rich enough to afford home and car repairs.

Yay. Pet Effluvia and Unexpected Laundry Wednesday!

Just posting to share that I'm covered with cats because I'm tired and tried to go to bed early.

My mistake, obviously.

Today in ceramics, the reclaim pile wasn't ready for wedging yet, and I was almost out of clay for throwing.

So I glazed all my bisqued stuff and kinda went nuts with underglaze. Will post photos when things have been fired again.

Why is the hardest assignment so far for edu 101 writing my own code of ethics. Guh.

A chicken walking on the beach the caption is: If you are seeing this the curse is lifted have a good day

Congratulations everyone