I knew my hoarding of newborn baby things would pay off eventually.

CO people.

Perimenopause is some weird, feisty, little bit fun because I don’t know what my brain-mouth connection is going to do bullshit. It’s like a choose your own adventure book directed by my hormones.

Mouse says hey.

This is now a half cat, half rambling account.

My mom and a few of her old school Chicano movement friends went to a meeting last night to organize. You know shits about to get real when the 75 + year old socialists show up and tell you to get your act together.

I’m tired of this timeline. Here’s my cats

My 6 year old just tried to make me smell her lost tooth, in case you wanted to know what parenting is like.