AKA: How to get dogs into a loft when you only have a ladder.
I would be considered magical if I was surrounded by mice that knew how to sew or birds that helped me bake pies. I’m just like that but with totally useless dogs. Magical AF.
You know what I’m over? Things not working. Just when I was getting the hang of posting from my phone, the app started to glitch out … it won’t upload photos. And because the app is on my phone and not on the computer or on-line, I can’t rescue the writing I did. Back to […]
Sometimes I leave out details that might upset someone who reads my blog – and believe me, there are times when I wish it was anonymous – sometimes I am writing it from the perspective of the person I want to be, maybe putting the cart before the horse.
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.
When you dream of having children (if you dream of having children) you usually harbor a best case scenario, a fantasy, an aspiration of a perfect tableau of parenthood. If you are lucky you will experience it 1% of the time.
They tried backpeddling like, “But you look great (for your age) and are so awesome and byeeeee!” as they backed out the door.
Our holiday entertainment was watching my puppy eat my kitten’s ass all night.
And to think that MPT was super stressed out that I would blog about a pretty amazing conversation we had about her butthole the other day. I’m classier than that. I try to only share my secret weird obsessions.
Potty training, pee fetishes, and other things you don’t want to read about.