I walked the dog wearing my one-piece snowsuit and a giant sunhat. Fortunately it was a 5 in the morning so no one saw me looking like an insane bag-lady.
While making dinner a friend held a kitchen knife to my throat because he has Harm OCD and listened a radio show that said brandishing weapons is good therapy.
One of my middle-aged mom friends is convinced she is going to die of an STI and I can’t make her see sense. I’m all, “Just don’t have sex with the guy who you think has a bunch of STI’s,” and she’s all, “But he’s sooooo sexxxxyyyy.” I don’t have time for this shit.
I had the first truly positive and friendly interaction with my ex-husband in 12 years. My heart feels lighter.
I just picked up several followers and I don’t know why. Good thing I’m rewarding them with this extra high-quality post.
My dog won’t stop trying to “play” with my cat and finally got his nose slashed. Luckily for him we put SoftPaws on his claws. But Blue’s feelings were still hurt.
I am contemplating throwing a fundraiser for my school even if it means potential financial ruin.
A friend of mine is getting so caught up in fantastic revenge plots that I fear she might destroy her community of friends … and family. And I’m scared.
Tomorrow I try to convince City Council to legalize short-term rentals with virtually no support from the 1000+ AirBnB and VRBO hosts that live in Boulder. (Thank you to those who are helping)
But I found a really great cat litter that doesn’t have any scent.
I’m feeling hopeless about ever getting rid of this back fat and having anxiety dreams about liposuction.
There is a black Winnebago parked in front of my house with all the windows covered and now I’m having anxiety dreams about Winnebagos.
But the Colorado mountain snowpack is doing great so that’s something to feel good about.
I got unfriended on FB for ranting about anti-vaxers which I see as a big win.
Scratchy has two play dates this week and he gets to ride the school bus.
I miss Loony and don’t know how to connect. We have worn such deep grooves into our separate routines.
Everyone is sick in this house but me.
I’m feeling kind of down and overwhelmed.