annnnnndddd we’re off! freaky booties on, GBBO on tv, wine in hand, will impatiently wait for glorious glorious peeling.

Look at all those plants! Holy moly. I kill every plant I have ever tried to grow. I’m impressed.

Instagram is my happy social media. It’s puppies and pretty clothing and nice landscapes and people putting on make up.

Thanks for the advice and eeeeee about your burnt feet! My feet never see the outside of my work hiking boots. They are essentially the color of printer paper.

sweeeetie. She looks so soft!

I also spend all day on my feet and I’m at the point where my feet are destroyed and are so gross and dry and uncomfortable and already peeling that I want them to feel nice. And soft. And not like blocks of 40 grit sandpaper.

If I consume any more ice cream I’ll need to buy another freezer.

I can make this better: He can’t really figure out a true howl so it’s kind of like a garbled warbling little ‘ohhhwohhwwwllll’

I doooo love picking/peeling and my feet are gnarly. Also the idea of HAVING to sit down for an hour and not being allowed to get up sounds amazing.

I painted my toe nails for the first time in YEARS the other day. It was lovely.

I knit too. It is super relaxing. Although, I don’t seem to get the joy of taking apart projects as you do!

Knitting is my stress relief/focus for when we’re at the hospital. I can’t sit there and do nothing, reading is too hard and knitting is something I can do and still talk at the same time.

Between end of cruddy season at work, and the continued stress of being a caregiver to a sick fiance, I’ve been looking into small things to make me feel less stressed. I got the big ones (puppy walks, yoga, cooking/baking, adult beverages and plant products). I’d like to try some beauty product like stuff, including…

I do not have experience of uncircumcised penises (not being an owner of a penis myself, and partners have always been circumcised). I find it interesting and curious, but only in the same way of ‘what would be like to have different sized boobs?’. An interesting question, but one that I’m OK experiencing or not, and…

I work at a place that is very school group heavy and I swear to ever loving Athena that I’m going to take one of those damn fidget spinners and throw it into the damn Delaware River.

god how wonderful would it be if you could solve things by rubbing jam on them?

In the admittedly small number of times I’ve been pulled over by a singular cop (less than five), I have NEVER been asked to come join them in the vehicle for them to run my stuff. I realize that I’m a small woman and my ability to take down anything is....limited, but still. I wouldn’t consider it standard procedure.

My husband’s absent and philandering father became a cop for similar reasons. It’s all a weird power game and it’s really aggravating and we can see how it plays out in the very rare interaction we have with him.

It could be shit but god it looks pretty so I’ll watch it like five times.

I wonder this every time I see her name.