When I saw 20k in queue ahead of me for the SS show, I died. Then died extra when I accidentally closed my Ticketmaster app.

Sometimes, we get a baby lizard (those black ones with a blue tail) in ours and it makes me sad. Then I wonder how tf it got into our sunroom.

I’m surely dreading my maternity leave ending. Mostly because I’ll miss being with my daughter all the time but also because I don’t want to have to go to DC for work, not even once a week. Even more so than ever.

Preface to say I’m so happy for her first and foremost but is it bad that I’m annoyed I’ll never get that TV to complete my TV vinyl collection? It’s hard (selfish) being someone who likes complete sets of things I collect.