More willing to pay a slop machine and feed it her child’s face without consent than just pay an artist.

My husband has to wear ear protection at work all day, so he gets home and absolutely refuses to use headphones. I just throw stuff at him now. I wish this was a socially acceptable practice to do in public.

I saw this earlier today and it was a good reminder that there are no white knights. Especially not in tech.

I’ve just recently downloaded the free all-in-one affinity and tho I don’t do a lot of vector work and haven’t had a chance to test that part yet, I have been really liking it. I also don’t use Adobe enough to justify a subscription so I’ve been limping along without.

My husband deeply loves pickles, and he’s pulled me around on them. But only in specific circumstances where they are a flavour in a larger dish

I keep saying my demand avoidance isn’t pathological but sometimes I am shocked by the absolute audacity the Britt from 10mins ago had, when she wrote a to do list that I am now just expected to DO?!!!

They seep their garbage juices all over everything they touch.

I don’t know how y’all do it, cucumbers are quite possibly the most vile thing I’ve ever smelled and I’ve changed a lot of diapers in my life.

The second vilest smell is weed. Please don’t come over to me if you are weed stinky, I will make an excuse to leave and then avoid you forever after that.

One of my biggest pet peeves is being told things I already know, and one of the ways I know I’ve grown up is how I let it slide off my back and try to get excited WITH them now, instead of being annoyed about it.

I didn’t take a pic because my phone sucks for far away sky shots like that, but it was fun to watch.

That table that runs down the middle is bolted into the floor so maneuvering the ladder around it so I could reach the middle was a nightmare. Plus the window ledge is pretty wide so I spent the whole day leaning off the ladder. Thank goodness it’s a PA day today, because I’m still in bed.

Sorry, Pal, that is a topless bear.

This is meeee, one year I just squatted outside on my balcony in the freezing cold and got great photos, but was pretty sure I almost ended up with frostbite on my fingers.

It’s like when I was pregnant and every time my body did something weird I was like “am I dying or am I just pregnant” except now it’s “is this cancer, nothing at all, or perimenopause?”

Also if you live in the junction and like ribbons you should go to Mokuba. They are the best.

I feel like that sounded like an Austen remake. I use the ribbons for charms and ornaments and I always leave my holiday prep too late even when I have the best intentions. My adhd brain hops from crisis to crisis and I genuinely don’t know how to not do it that way.

My kid would die of heat stroke (judging purely by volume of whining) if she wore a jacket above 15C

Pretty classic perimenopause symptom! Though it could also be a bunch of other things 😭

Amusingly, I did remember to double check the kid’s winter gear, just not my own 😑