I-Pinot'd-Myself (She/Her/HEY YOU!)
@d-pinot-2.bsky.social
Snarky, retired, industrial contractor. Writer. Minor annoyance. Sometimes funny AF. General pain in the ass. Team Gilmour.
NO DMS! NO POLITICS!!!!
NO DMS! NO POLITICS!!!!
The hatred spewing forth on this site has gotten ridiculous. If it wasn't for "We Rate Dogs," and a few writer pals, I would shit-can the whole thing. Make Blue GREAT again.
Dammit.
Dammit.
June 11, 2025 at 1:44 AM
The hatred spewing forth on this site has gotten ridiculous. If it wasn't for "We Rate Dogs," and a few writer pals, I would shit-can the whole thing. Make Blue GREAT again.
Dammit.
Dammit.
Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them, 'I must tell you all something. We have a case of gonorrhea in the convent.'
'Thank God,' said an elderly nun at the back. 'I'm so tired of chardonnay!"
'Thank God,' said an elderly nun at the back. 'I'm so tired of chardonnay!"
June 8, 2025 at 1:18 PM
Mother Superior called all the nuns together and said to them, 'I must tell you all something. We have a case of gonorrhea in the convent.'
'Thank God,' said an elderly nun at the back. 'I'm so tired of chardonnay!"
'Thank God,' said an elderly nun at the back. 'I'm so tired of chardonnay!"
My photo: August 4, 2006:
May 26, 2025 at 6:33 PM
My photo: August 4, 2006:
Reposted by I-Pinot'd-Myself (She/Her/HEY YOU!)
THREAD. When my parents' cat Bridget went missing, my dad, to try to ease his worry, painted her on a variety of historical ventures. Soon, these numbered in the dozens.
After much nagging, my dad has had some postcards printed of this brilliant series: michaelcoxmoredaysthansausages.bigcartel.com
After much nagging, my dad has had some postcards printed of this brilliant series: michaelcoxmoredaysthansausages.bigcartel.com
May 26, 2025 at 3:07 PM
THREAD. When my parents' cat Bridget went missing, my dad, to try to ease his worry, painted her on a variety of historical ventures. Soon, these numbered in the dozens.
After much nagging, my dad has had some postcards printed of this brilliant series: michaelcoxmoredaysthansausages.bigcartel.com
After much nagging, my dad has had some postcards printed of this brilliant series: michaelcoxmoredaysthansausages.bigcartel.com
"This," she said, holding up her hair & pointing to the scar—the remnants of a surgically repaired broken neck, "is what happens when I give second #chances. This is what happens when I believe someone who tells me they love me, and would never hurt me."
I am baffled by the fact that the end of this week is June...
But here's the words for May 25th through June 1st of #WIPSnips
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
But here's the words for May 25th through June 1st of #WIPSnips
#WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts
May 26, 2025 at 6:24 PM
"This," she said, holding up her hair & pointing to the scar—the remnants of a surgically repaired broken neck, "is what happens when I give second #chances. This is what happens when I believe someone who tells me they love me, and would never hurt me."
Breakup parting line:
"This is finished. Whatever it is. Whatever it was. Whatever it could have been. Poof. Gone."
"This is finished. Whatever it is. Whatever it was. Whatever it could have been. Poof. Gone."
May 26, 2025 at 6:18 PM
Breakup parting line:
"This is finished. Whatever it is. Whatever it was. Whatever it could have been. Poof. Gone."
"This is finished. Whatever it is. Whatever it was. Whatever it could have been. Poof. Gone."
JOANN FABRICS: Please be aware that there are several websites offering "bankruptsy/closeout" deals regarding Joann Fabrics. These websites originate from China, & are NOT offiliated with Joann Fabrics. Joann Fabrics had ceased any online sales since the first week of May.
May 19, 2025 at 1:57 PM
JOANN FABRICS: Please be aware that there are several websites offering "bankruptsy/closeout" deals regarding Joann Fabrics. These websites originate from China, & are NOT offiliated with Joann Fabrics. Joann Fabrics had ceased any online sales since the first week of May.
Flirting at my age:
Him: I can fold a fitted sheet!
Me: Impressive. But can you fold one neatly while in a sketchy laudromat without letting it touch any surfaces? Like straight from the dryer?
Him: Uh...
Me: *sigh* Next!
Him: I can fold a fitted sheet!
Me: Impressive. But can you fold one neatly while in a sketchy laudromat without letting it touch any surfaces? Like straight from the dryer?
Him: Uh...
Me: *sigh* Next!
May 9, 2025 at 1:53 PM
Flirting at my age:
Him: I can fold a fitted sheet!
Me: Impressive. But can you fold one neatly while in a sketchy laudromat without letting it touch any surfaces? Like straight from the dryer?
Him: Uh...
Me: *sigh* Next!
Him: I can fold a fitted sheet!
Me: Impressive. But can you fold one neatly while in a sketchy laudromat without letting it touch any surfaces? Like straight from the dryer?
Him: Uh...
Me: *sigh* Next!
The smile started in his heart—moved up his chest, his lips, then his eyes.
"Damn," he muttered.
"Excuse me?" she asked, frowning & tilting her head.
David swallowed audibly. "I said, 'damn.'"
"It's this soup," he explained. "#Apparently I'm a Dicken's character & I'd like a little more, please?"
"Damn," he muttered.
"Excuse me?" she asked, frowning & tilting her head.
David swallowed audibly. "I said, 'damn.'"
"It's this soup," he explained. "#Apparently I'm a Dicken's character & I'd like a little more, please?"
May 3, 2025 at 7:49 PM
For those who care about such things: @gilmourtour.bsky.social @davidgilmour.com
April 25, 2025 at 5:47 PM
For those who care about such things: @gilmourtour.bsky.social @davidgilmour.com
How many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb? Two. One to hold the giraffe & the other to fill the bathtub with brightly colored power tools....sorry, surrealist jokes aren't my cup of fur...
April 20, 2025 at 11:39 AM
How many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb? Two. One to hold the giraffe & the other to fill the bathtub with brightly colored power tools....sorry, surrealist jokes aren't my cup of fur...
This thing is a device invented by Satan himself. No woman would EVER invent something so ridiculously impossible to clean! Plastic, little bitty pieces & weird pockets you can't get your sponge even close to. Blades sharper than razors.
Pure torturous Hell: disguised as a kitchen appliance.
Pure torturous Hell: disguised as a kitchen appliance.
April 1, 2025 at 1:24 PM
This thing is a device invented by Satan himself. No woman would EVER invent something so ridiculously impossible to clean! Plastic, little bitty pieces & weird pockets you can't get your sponge even close to. Blades sharper than razors.
Pure torturous Hell: disguised as a kitchen appliance.
Pure torturous Hell: disguised as a kitchen appliance.
