Call my facial hair gentrified, because the whites are moving in in droves

Everyone asks boo who but not boo why

Keep thinking about a white Yaris that I’m pretty sure wanted me to pull over and fight them in a graveyard yesterday after I *checks notes* returned to the road after pulling over for an ambulance to pass? Maybe they thought I cut them off, but I was only like 20 yards from a red light anyway?

I really thought this post was gonna be the one

Make a wish

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Things got a little better for Z but then kept getting worse. It was just time to ease his pain. I’ll miss that sweet little ball of handsome madness so much, as much as I miss all of our cats. Losing three in a year is crushing.

Zodiac’s eating less after developing a pretty severe UTI a couple weeks ago. His mood and behavior were ok until he started acting really ill today, so he’s being hospitalized while they give him fluids, ABX, and meds to increase his appetite. Send those good vibes for our affectionate boy.

Trains are so fucking cool

Really feeling for the sleepy Amish family with a mess of kids that’s clearly been waiting in the tiny Amtrak station for over four hours.

My dad’s train was delayed, so I’m working on my Deathwing Librarian to stay awake while I wait for Amtrak updates.

I hated every second of drawing this.

Gummo got out again today, because it turns out there is a groundhog living in our backyard again, which means even more, subtler holes along the fence line. Letting the pups out to potty is now both a flight AND safety risk (Barb fought/threw it before it fled to safety). I’m going to lose my mind.

Barbara went on a digging binge during the rainy weather last week (see pic), and despite my best efforts, Gummo has found three different escape routes under our fence since. The first time he was in our front yard & the second he was found by a neighbor. Today he was in a garage down the street.

Listen. I respect the hustle of being a door to door salesperson. But as a mom to a young child there is literally NO TIME that you can ring my door bell without either A) waking my child and ruining his whole day (and mine) or B) convincing my dogs WW3 has arrived and they are the last defense

Had a little surgery to remove a cyst under my lip yesterday, and today my upper lip’s so swollen thatI look like Flanders without his mustache.

I think the lesson here is I need to invest in some more eccentric headwear

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Thursdays with the boys

Saturdays are for the Inner Circle