Oof, I can’t even stomach watching John Oliver when the moron in chief is the topic. And that hurts because John Oliver usually makes me feel better! I just keep telling myself that karma is real.

At Christmas, I’m always somewhere between 8 and 18 years old. Part of me is excited for Santa and part of me is waiting for a Christmas dance. This whole month I’m made of magic and dreams.

It feels a little nuts to wait over 7 hours in the ER waiting room, right? My f-i-l just got taken back. Yeesh.

My sports loving, golf playing, wood working, uber midwestern dad just did the sweetest thing to bond with my horror and comic loving weirdo of a husband. My dad built my husband a bat house. He did research! Jamie squealed like a rusty hinge with joy!! ❤️❤️❤️

Markie Post with her spooky baby. 🥹

My sweet husband just exposed me to the absolute insanity of Baywatch Nights, in which David Hasselhoff opens a detective agency to solve science fiction style crimes. I feel like this show was brought to you by Procter & Gamble.

I’m clinging to my joy, and keeping an eye out for opportunities to actually fight this situation we find ourselves in.