Tonight I asked Micah if he would like to go on a drive with me.
Category Archives: Bartleby
I will spare you the gruesome details but let’s just say it was fucking gross. When I pulled out my phone BEFORE THE PROCEDURE my vet said, “You aren’t going to video this are you?!?”
I feel like tattoo artists should have some kind of moral obligation to require people with really bad tattoo ideas to sleep on it.
I promise it won’t be a 24-Hour Pity Party, just the usual stuff on my mind, most of which is stupid but makes me happy to put into words.
They tried backpeddling like, “But you look great (for your age) and are so awesome and byeeeee!” as they backed out the door.
It is a fact that titties have less calories than deviled eggs.
Potty training, pee fetishes, and other things you don’t want to read about.
Chief is off to boarding school for a week. It might seem a little early for such a drastic measure but I’m going out of town this weekend and he’s not potty trained enough (i.e. at all) to leave him with a house sitter. I found I trainer I think I like who does board […]
We talked. First about her, then about me. I talked to her about what it’s like to care for someone with advancing dementia.
It’s so fucking cute up in here. When I first got Chief – what was it? coming on three weeks ago – I was in the weeds. The sleep/potty/other animals situation was completely out of control. It was a bed of my own making so I tried to not complain too much … … except […]