Bubba got mad at me that I wouldn't share my oreo with him last night. I tried to explain dogs can't have chocolate. He didn't give a fuck. I'm the bad guy.
You cannot choose what happens to you, only how you react to it. Choosing to remain kind despite survival is logical, because you are choosing yourself, not letting things take more than you have no control over.
Nephew: What are you writing auntie?
Me: A chapter in my book
Nephew: Fiction or non-fiction?
Me: A mostly non-fiction that turns into a fiction
Nephew: Holy shit, you can do that? How? What the fuck?
Me: 😂Kid, you can write anything. Now ssh, I have to kill a character.
My Thanksgiving pie list keeps growing. I really need to stop looking at recipes. Pumpkin, death by choc, rasp cheesecake, key lime, lemon sour cream, coconut cream, bananas foster, butterscotch apple, Dutch apple, pumpkin cheesecake, triple berry, pecan, cran/apple/cheesecake...