Oh it’s so frustrating. I have celiac disease, so no gluten. But I still want my damn butter. 

When it gets really really bad I go down the shake/smoothie route.

I am not looking forward to my next physical and the ever great discussion of ‘did you lose the weight on purpose, or no...’

I don’t generally put any milk in my coffee, but sometimes go for some half and half, as a delicious treat. I decided to try oat milk instead one time.

I went to physical therapy at a place that was next door to a crossfit box or gym or whatever. My physical therapist said that sometimes she’ll get folks who got injured doing their crossfit there. They’ll come in for like one visit, go ‘oh yeah I can fix this’ and then within a week they’re back at crossfit, with…

Wore a dress of hers for prom, like so many others. No fun colors, because 16 year old me was SERIOUS.

I used to be like that--all the stuff all at once. And then my life kind of got turned upside down with a death and apparently cleaning was my method of sanity. And now I have a everything in its place, quick clean up every night, sweep the floor after eating, situation. And it makes the ‘big clean’ days much much…

I give my boyfriend a lot of leeway with some household stuff because he has really stepped up with the every day stuff. The putting everything back in its place immediately. Not leaving a giant pile of laundry on the floor. Cleaning the hair from things. Picking the dog bowl up at the end of the day because of the…

The point is not having to ask. If I have to ask you to deal with the giant, growing pile of dishes, then I have become your mother. An adult human should look at that pile of dishes they contributed to and go ‘well, fuck, we need to do the dishes’ AND DO THEM.

My boyfriend never had dish issues, mostly because he was a distinct ‘use one bowl over and over again and just wash it in between, thus only needing one bowl, one fork, one pan, etc’

I would like to build a statue to this woman. Or at least a small shrine. 

It was pretty fucking epic and really creative, in all honesty. I wonder if the tradition continues. 

In college each dorm hall way had a ‘hot wall’ (which contained a very diverse grouping of hot people, things, objects, places) so your man wall lives on in reality. 

My boyfriend hates hates hates the fact that his white hairs are multiplying at a rate more rapid than he would like, but oh how I love it. He’s got black hair and it it just so nice. 

How could you ever forget Vancouver and the Giant Inflatable Beavers

Legit. Easter candy is the most superior of holiday candies and we spend a lot of money on it every year. Then we have to have a candy hiatus for a while, as our veins are just peeps and mini eggs and jellybeans. 

It’s very valid to yell, generally, at the stupid people who leave food on the ground that I then have to fish out of my dog’s mouth, and/or worry about whether it’ll make him sick (I have a particular hatred of the people who throw chicken bones around....)

I also had a really bad day on Tuesday. And Monday. And most of last week.

I got moderna. Which apparently has three times the amount of genetic material in it compared to the Pfizer one, which is why it knocks you over. And the younger you are, the worse the immune response.

After having a lot of rage at young healthy folks I know skipping the line, I took my rage and battled the pharmacy vaccine websites. Hours a day, every day, for a week. I got myself an appointment, and more importantly, I got my parents their appointments.