This was my Ozzy, Princess of Darkness, named after the one and only. She was mine for 17 years and I always proudly told everyone whose namesake she was, because I loved her just like I always loved him. Say hi to my pup please, Mr. Osbourne. #ozzyosbourne

As always, Siren (Belgian Malinois) beats poor Charlie (Black Labrador) when I throw the disgusting blue toy. His face when they run back and she has it AGAIN makes me sad for him but is also really cute. 😂

This is the only commitment some people even know how to give.

Accurate.

Every Sunday night when I have to admit to myself that I will be starting a new week at work, it rains on my face again.

At the Journey concert tonight at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, and we think they’re intending for us to sing along to “Don’t Stop Believing” and then they’re gonna jump back in…but instead it was actually an electrical fire.

I want to see the taco room please. 🙋‍♀️

My Lab Henry and my Beagle Lola last summer, taking bets on how many more hurricanes that fence would live through. The answer was one. Picture taken by my Human Child, Jack.

My beautiful Betty White. Otherwise known as my little trash goblin and sweet girl. Photo by my talented son Jack, whom she sits still for without charging a shrimp.

Sign me up for the monthly subscription box please!

Idk where they did these “studies”😂, but yeah, I agree—it feels special and fun, but it does for all the others, too.

The smell of a phone book is just instant nostalgia for me.