People ask if having chickens is hard. The answer is that having chickens is easy until someone needs an enema.
I also thought that Radish’s passing would be a good opportunity to get an honest feel for how my neighbors actually felt about his incessant crowing.
One might think that it would be hard to say goodbye to the fantasy existence that was my summer of travel, camping, and beauty, but it isn’t. That shit is exhausting and I as much as I love living in my alternate universe, I’m pretty damn happy with my real life.
If I don’t want stuff for Mothers’ Day, what do I want?
I want to be acknowledged for the things I do as mother, and for that one day don’t want to do any of those things. I want a quiet day to reflect on my journey.
I’m just as likely to be feeling ill due to stress, over exertion, poor sleep and being old. But frankly, having Zika just sounds more exotic than being old and I can leverage something out of Loony if I pin it on him.
Rachel astutely pointed out that if this was going to cause a huge fucking fight, I might as well make it count. I decided to go for the trifecta of purging: the basement and crawlspace, laundry room, and garage.
I woke up all sweaty and worn out from an evening of anxiety dreams. The heady mixture of “my” ballot initiative 2N being up for vote and the flurry of activity surrounding the process, the fear of imminent financial ruin, my parents in town (HI DAD! HI MAC!), Wilkins visiting, 200 people traipsing through my […]
I haven’t heard back from the breeder who put her adult Forest Cat up for adoption. I fear that she may have Googled me and come upon some rather unsavory details about me and my relationship with cats. Yggdrasil and I may not be meant to be. I decided that if she approves me for […]
Nothing fuels my sense of peace and well-being like a well-ordered house so it’s not surprise that I have been steadily losing my mind since I married Loony. Well-being can be overrated, there are things you sacrifice for love and to be fair, Loony sacrifices a lot for me. I keep waiting for him to fully […]
It’s 7am and the table is set for dinner tonight. I have not lost my mind. This is how I keep Loony from piling shit recently acquired treasures on my dining room table. If I set the table, he can’t dump armloads of clothes he just bought on it. Plus, THAT’S WHAT THE WAREHOUSE IS FOR! […]