I came home tipsy from the bar and the cathole tried to convince me that his reliable automatic feeder somehow failed. So now we are standing in the kitchen as I eat a fruit-by-the-foot and he glares at me
Everyone at the Forest Park Forever lunch looked elegant and sophisticated.
I wore a homemade porch goose hat.
Not a goose hat. A porch goose hat. There’s a difference.
Whilst others served garden party chic, I served “Midwestern front porch icon with seasonal outfit changes.”
@akzieff so it looks like whomever took your account and changed their handle? Because they DM’d me last week as you/your old handle and now it shows up as this
Current status: porch = tiny urban jungle oasis.
Emotional status: deeply attached to these plants despite knowing full well I now have 10 new opportunities to disappoint Mother Nature.
If keeping all of these alive becomes my summer personality, so be it.
Chewy really said “Happy Mother’s Day to the woman raising an absolute menace” and sent me a painting of The Cathole!
This is wildly thoughtful customer service from a company that keeps my chonky feline tyrant stocked with fancy diet food. 10/10 emotional manipulation, @Chewy
Laying in bed and hearing weird noises and my thinking process is
1. I am about to get murderrred.
2. Something is definitely and terribly wrong with my house and it is going to be expensive.
3. Oh, I forgot that I started this dishwasher. Never mind, everything is fine.
It’s my birthday, which means I’m fully leaning into the important things: a ridiculously pink, fluffy strawberry cake and a glass of something equally pink and sparkling.