supercalifragopossum
@504alm.bsky.social
I don’t want to do this again. Any of it.
Georgia native. 28-year NOLA transplant. Liberal as hell. Mom of one. Wife of one. Saints lover. Politics junkie. Reader of books. Baker and cooker of things.
Georgia native. 28-year NOLA transplant. Liberal as hell. Mom of one. Wife of one. Saints lover. Politics junkie. Reader of books. Baker and cooker of things.
It’s not funny, but this paragraph made me snort. We are now ruled by immature frat boys.
November 18, 2025 at 5:46 PM
It’s not funny, but this paragraph made me snort. We are now ruled by immature frat boys.
Especially this one. Bc it made me snort.
November 17, 2025 at 5:36 AM
Especially this one. Bc it made me snort.
A New Orleans lab/Great Dane mix in cold weather.
November 11, 2025 at 4:19 AM
A New Orleans lab/Great Dane mix in cold weather.
Decided to go gray now that I’m a single cat lady, minus one cat. Went out to happy hour with friends tonight. Beverly took a picture. Yall, I look like Cruella Deville. Might lean into that until I break under the skunk look and color it again. Going gray with brown hair is a bitch.
October 4, 2025 at 2:18 AM
Decided to go gray now that I’m a single cat lady, minus one cat. Went out to happy hour with friends tonight. Beverly took a picture. Yall, I look like Cruella Deville. Might lean into that until I break under the skunk look and color it again. Going gray with brown hair is a bitch.
Google earth picture of our house with all of our stuff on the curb in December 2005.
August 29, 2025 at 2:44 PM
Google earth picture of our house with all of our stuff on the curb in December 2005.
This time of year hurts so much. My writing at the time. Going back to therapy on Tuesday.
July 27, 2025 at 4:50 AM
This time of year hurts so much. My writing at the time. Going back to therapy on Tuesday.
I swear to god, we live in a clown car.
July 25, 2025 at 9:44 PM
I swear to god, we live in a clown car.
Still cracks me up. Always. Makes me snort every time. Pete’s was my bar with Kara. Can’t tell you how many conversations we had there about everything. This time of year sucks.
July 13, 2025 at 12:04 AM
Still cracks me up. Always. Makes me snort every time. Pete’s was my bar with Kara. Can’t tell you how many conversations we had there about everything. This time of year sucks.
Bruce would like to know what all of this ruckus is about. It’s me. I’m the ruckus by getting into bed.
July 3, 2025 at 2:27 AM
Bruce would like to know what all of this ruckus is about. It’s me. I’m the ruckus by getting into bed.
Me at age 12. Laura Ingalls.
June 29, 2025 at 4:42 AM
Me at age 12. Laura Ingalls.
I’ve always had a black sense of humor. Kinda cracks me up that this is one of memories for today. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
June 15, 2025 at 3:39 PM
I’ve always had a black sense of humor. Kinda cracks me up that this is one of memories for today. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
I got hit by a car on my bike at age 14. It never occurred to me to call my parents and tell them. I “walked it off.”
But I still have a chipped tooth. My bike was done. The lady who hit me said “You’re okay, right?” And left.
But I still have a chipped tooth. My bike was done. The lady who hit me said “You’re okay, right?” And left.
June 6, 2025 at 3:05 AM
I got hit by a car on my bike at age 14. It never occurred to me to call my parents and tell them. I “walked it off.”
But I still have a chipped tooth. My bike was done. The lady who hit me said “You’re okay, right?” And left.
But I still have a chipped tooth. My bike was done. The lady who hit me said “You’re okay, right?” And left.
I forgot that tomorrow was my my Dad’s funeral. They literally brought him in piping hot from the crematorium. Bc his wife didn’t care. Anyway, I looked like him. And I still love him. And miss him.
June 1, 2025 at 3:46 AM
I forgot that tomorrow was my my Dad’s funeral. They literally brought him in piping hot from the crematorium. Bc his wife didn’t care. Anyway, I looked like him. And I still love him. And miss him.
A relic was put in our mailbox.
May 4, 2025 at 11:39 PM
A relic was put in our mailbox.
I must now screw with all of his whiskers. I’m pretty sure that’s required.
April 24, 2025 at 2:46 AM
I must now screw with all of his whiskers. I’m pretty sure that’s required.
Where E’s name came from. Glad to see another Emmeline come along.
April 5, 2025 at 3:02 AM
Where E’s name came from. Glad to see another Emmeline come along.
In the year of our lord, 2025. Dear Hurricane Karen: Try Jesus, but don’t try me. Andrea, you should be fine.
April 4, 2025 at 2:52 AM
In the year of our lord, 2025. Dear Hurricane Karen: Try Jesus, but don’t try me. Andrea, you should be fine.
Bruce has informed me that it’s time for bed.
April 4, 2025 at 2:14 AM
Bruce has informed me that it’s time for bed.
And here is my response to at least get a good photo.
March 21, 2025 at 5:27 AM
And here is my response to at least get a good photo.
My husband and daughter are in Vegas to see a Grateful Dead show at the Sphere. I would rather do public speaking followed by a root canal than sit through a 4-hour Dead show. Anyway, here’s the view from their hotel room.
March 21, 2025 at 5:24 AM
My husband and daughter are in Vegas to see a Grateful Dead show at the Sphere. I would rather do public speaking followed by a root canal than sit through a 4-hour Dead show. Anyway, here’s the view from their hotel room.
My girl and my broken shoulder. 2017. Good times.
March 13, 2025 at 3:28 AM
My girl and my broken shoulder. 2017. Good times.
My favorite night. Proteus floats are gorgeous as well.
March 4, 2025 at 4:38 AM
My favorite night. Proteus floats are gorgeous as well.
Bruce’s face after being home alone with Beignet all day, who is a bully. (And also a cat.)
“You don’t know the things I’ve seen today, lady.”
“You don’t know the things I’ve seen today, lady.”
March 3, 2025 at 7:32 AM
Bruce’s face after being home alone with Beignet all day, who is a bully. (And also a cat.)
“You don’t know the things I’ve seen today, lady.”
“You don’t know the things I’ve seen today, lady.”
If anyone needs the weather forecast for the weekend, my hair says humid and give up and put it in a bun.
March 1, 2025 at 10:35 PM
If anyone needs the weather forecast for the weekend, my hair says humid and give up and put it in a bun.
My dog’s preferred method of sleeping is with his head wedged next to a chair. Bc he’s weird. Currently snoring contentedly.
February 27, 2025 at 5:36 AM
My dog’s preferred method of sleeping is with his head wedged next to a chair. Bc he’s weird. Currently snoring contentedly.