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I’m a sucker for new pajama bottoms any time I walk past a display of them. Which means that, mysteriously, I’ve acquired another pair in the past week. They get top marks so far, as they are kind of fuzzy, covered in stars, and has pockets. One of the pockets has a tiny hole in it, but yanno, that can… Read more »
I took this picture when we were out for a little trip to the interchange. Smallhausen is in football club this term, and Z thought it would be a good idea to get her some shin guards, so we did that. I also poked my head into Matalan briefly to see if they had any nice looking jeans, and then… Read more »
As much as I might go on about unicorns lately, and being a bit of one myself, I know that my truest form is the kittencorn as pictured here. It’s adorable, it’s mythical, and it’s a bit snarky at that. Really, Teeturtle owns me heart and soul with its assorted cute creations, this amongst them. I’m preparing to go out,… Read more »
Today’s picture was one of a series of warning signs on a fence at the interchange park. I guess that’s sort of like a strip mall? That doesn’t feel like the quite right analogous term, but anyways. I saw it as I always do when we’re slowly cruising looking for a parking spot, and it was the most vaguely interesting… Read more »
I woke up this morning with Z coming upstairs to tell me that he was pre-sanctioning a Teeturtle purchase for me. He said it was made just for me as I blinked the grit out of my eyes, and he wrestled with his phone to show me. And lo, indeed, it’s made just for me, ha ha. Both Z and… Read more »
Today, we received a text message from the school that the school disco that was supposed to occur tonight was cancelled. We were sad — Smallhausen loves going to the school discos. But apparently, last night there were plenty of Friends who were signed up for it, and suddenly none this morning. Rude. So instead, Smalls came home and announced… Read more »
Smallhausen has been trying to break me of my swearing, which means I probably should do more of it here. Fuck fuckety on a shit-covered fuckpike, etc. Better? Better. Sort of. The day got off to a fairly good start, in spite of me completely forgetting to take my meds last night and taking forever and the guest bed to… Read more »
Once upon a time, I was younger and thinner. I was that sort of thin that people presumed was due to an eating disorder, and that I needed to be harassed about it. I rolled my eyes a lot, because oh hey, I was that size because I was that size — I trusted my body to do what it… Read more »
