With everything I’m taking care of with my sick husband too, I’ve actually asked my dog to pee in the bathroom. When he’s desperate or nervous or just being a plain ol’ dick, sometimes he’ll pee on the washable rug in the bathroom. I’ve been like ‘c’mon, just pee on the rug, I won’t be mad, please?’

My dog disagrees with me heavily and wants nothing more than to spend all day in the sun in 95 degree weather.

I actually really like cold weather and snow (and HATE humidity, but we have it here in Philly anyway). I like the clothing (scarves and hoodies and my giant winter coat that is like wearing a down comforter with sleeves!). I like zee winter sport (x-country skiing, ice skating). My job never closes for freakin’…

Buster Dog and his Exposed Butthole (tm) feels these comments on the cold and snow are valid and without exaggeration.

Thank you. We met with his doctor today and are starting hospice on Thursday and as horrible as it is, having the conversation that we are doing what we are ‘supposed’ to do makes me feel...a bit more settled I guess. That the best care is being taken.

I can’t say I haven’t more than once gone to an event/meeting and said ‘I thought there would be coffee’

I’m about to be alone for the first time in 14 years, as my husband dies.

I’ve found ULTA’s cream foundation when used with a primer and a very light touch of powder is good. Anything much heavier just settles. Too much powder also ends up settling.

To enhance our existential dread.

In a similar theme: my little tiny Bernd dress (and early fostered photo taking disdain) for my spring concert/cello ‘performances’ in the early 90s. The poofy sleeves held strong for a long, long time.

I was thinking the same thing—there must be an easier way of going about this.

Mine is. It’s puppy dog insurance fraud season (aka winter). Wherein Buster Dog tries to take my up the snowiest, iciest hills and dales to try to kill me and cash in on the insurance policies he’s taken out on me.

Bears, particularly polar bears, are my wild animal weakness. I love them so much.

Yeah, but then you have to deal with all the tanning chemicals and all that jazz. Just seems like such poor trade off.

It dawned on me about two years ago that I always read the labels of what I put in/on me. What I ate (whether it stopped me or not, that’s another question, but I did READ it), my shampoo, my moisturizer. Looked at the ingredients, where it came from, what country it was manufactured in. But I gave about one single…

Oh it was Icing I had lip gloss from, not claires.

I don’t really remember claire’s selling make up all that much during my Claire’s going youth (mid-late 90s). I think the only claires make up I had was a blue and silver (oh for hecks sake, I was a walking disaster) lip gloss.

Anne, daughter of Queen Elizabeth and Prince Phillip. She had a ‘scandal’ during her divorce from her first husband in the early 90s, but has been rather steady in every other way otherwise. She’s always sort of been no nonsense. Her daughter Zara Phillips is famous for winning a medal in equestrian at the London…

“and the non murderous corgis”

The place my grandmother was at did. But they were a special, special place.