Uh, @nytimes.com, what in the sanewashing is THIS bullshit?

You misspelled "flagrant corruption."

Sure, TransUnion. I'll just close my account. It's not like we all need to control access after six billion data breaches.

I hate being a product.

Can someone please explain why three for-profit entities control massive elements of our lives (where we live, what jobs we get, what cars we buy...)?

POV: You're three. You know how to get out of your room but not how to get back in. You're exhausted. And you also haven't absolutely terrified your mother in at least five minutes.

I have a bad cold (thanks, inconsiderate relatives!) and have been sleeping on the sofa so I can breathe.

Last night, Milo jumped up and gave me a TON of purrs and headbonks. It was lovely.

I finally realized that I was being yelled at in Orange because there wasn't room for him next to my head.

Dear A's uncle: We are ready for your arrival tonight and also twee AF.

(When she was first starting to talk, she called this brother "Uncle Hug." She would literally toddle up to him and just ask for a hug. It was the cutest damn thing *ever.*)

Oscar is still chasing his tail on my desk, but at least he's no longer doing it on the keyboard? I'll take what I can get with this goober.

(And yes, this is why I have three screens and reflexively switch my keyboard's Bluetooth connection when he jumps up.)

Barnaby is mad at me because I confiscated the new chew toy he had been quietly working on under the dining room table.

It was a blister pack of LIGHT BULBS. Dog. No. Just...no.

[Insert brightest bulb joke here]

GUYS. I'M TRYING TO WORK.

I'm wearing one of my favorite knitting projects today.

I walked into the kitchen this morning and, after looking for the right words for a moment, my preschooler informed me that I'm wearing hamburgers.

So I guess this is now officially my hamburger shawl.

This is the first time Milo made it to the top of the fridge.

(Oscar was still trying to climb the glass cabinet front next to Toby. He has the tiniest smear of orange and therefore almost no chance of ever having the brain cell.)

I decided it would be too complicated to turn the tiny fire escape patio I'm using as a nice-day outdoor office into a catio.

Working outside for the first time today and, uh...I might need to reconsider if I want to wake up alive.

My mother bought Aubrey dinosaur-themed Easter eggs (because of course she did).

As it turns out, it's rather difficult to hide them in plain sight without accidentally creating scenes of abject horror.

In her otter slippers? "Alien" meets "Jurassic Park."

Held by her favorite dino toy? NOOOPE.

My daughter said these things in her toy cookie are blueberries.

I have utterly failed you, my love. I'm so sorry.

We said goodbye to the cat I adopted the year I graduated from college last night.

Toby made it to 17. He spent his last day close to his kitten, like he knew he didn't have much time left with her, and she made sure he was comfortable. I am going to really miss watching them be adorable together.

I've said it before, I'll say it again: This is why 50 degrees and sunny every. single. day. in a Boston April freaked me out.

High of 74 with three hours of snow overnight? Chicago spring, you've once again outdone yourself.

TFW your kitten feels very strongly that you should also wear a bow in your hair today and you're 17 and grumpy AF...but she's cute and you love her.

He makes this face and he chases snow. That's all I got.

Update! Milo has abandoned Oscar to defend the third floor by himself. We now have the standoff of the Sweet Summer Children....which, predictably, led to both parties wandering off to take a nap.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

Oooh, drama! Barnaby has ventured up to the third floor and Milo and Oscar are OUTRAGED.