I hate that so many of my comfort watch shows are CBS procedurals and therefore I have to give money to Paramount. But also the comfort of a CSI or NCIS is only paralleled with Blue Skies USA shows.
I knew I should’ve smothered the heart worm meds in sunbutter for her royal highness, but I didn’t and that’s on me.
My good god. Dad. I do not know why your computer is asking for a password all of the sudden. I am not there. I am in a whole entire other state.
I’ve started Fire Country and I’m gonna need 9-1-1/Fire Country crossover fic where Buck is a probie due to being in the Fire camps cause he took a plea deal asap.
Adoption fees are waaaaay different than buying a dog oh my gosh
Plot twist. I was RIGHT and my garage IS the correct one so the property management can go stand there in their wrongness and be wrong while I enjoy the fact I do not have to move my garage shelves.
7 year old Vanna had no concept of how we got Buddy (an “official” doodle monstrosity) and I am genuinely shocked he did not have more issues being from essentially a puppy mill.
And then there’s gizmo, who cost me $17 (st pats special) And Rory, who cost me $360 (but that included her spay!)
As someone who had to utilize an emergency video session earlier this week? YEP. My therapist is amazing and gives off big sister vibes in the face of my gross sobbing and I’m so happy I found her.
I recognize that sitting down to reply to a work text was a mistake because I have a ton of chores to do before I leave to go visit my nephew (who is basically a big kid now that can pull himself up on furniture 🤯)
Because the electric is connected to the corresponding apartment or something and they want to make sure I’m paying for my own usage or something
I may be mentally at “Fuck this, I need a Diet Coke.”today. I haven’t been here in a LONG TIME.
Finding out that after living in this apartment for TWO YEARS, I’ve been “in the wrong garage” despite being in an end garage cause I’m the first apartment. (Also, Madame Property Manager, you do not need to be a total bitch when I say I have life conflicts and don’t know I can move in 2 wks)
The fact that I can use “between my dumpster fires” as a landmark on my desk is wild
That’s about where my head is at in terms of job requirements. (I am not currently looking but today is one of Those Days)
Please just send good vibes my way that I can unstick my brain enough to figure out the ACTUAL problems so I know how to fix them and can stop feeling like an overall failure (when I thought things were going well)
Listen, I’m a dog mom who only remembers to take her own medications because I schedule them at the same time as my dog because she’s not going to let me forget her daily Sunbutter treato okay
I just looked at the time and went “WAIT ITS ALMOST EVENING TREATO TIME?! WHERE DID MY DAY GO” in case you’re wondering how my day is going.
Rory though? My sugar booger, baby girl? Hands down the sweetest, most chill pup* who literally lets me hold her like a baby and use her as a pillow when we’re laying on the couch.
I love her so fucking much
*as long as I’m there lol
Genuinely, I thought Gizmo was my heart dog. And he definitely was the perfect first-dog-as-a-grownup (potty trained, leash trained, AND kennel trained? I could deal with his quirks okay)
It’s always wild to me that curare is a real thing and not something made up for the Arrowverse
Rory’s dream tail wagging will forever be one of the cuteness overload things for me
Rory freaked me tf out by flopping over to sleep with her eyes open and then like not breathing for 15ish seconds (she’s fine and I now know that 10-30 breaths per minute is completely fine for dogs while sleeping)
Rory has elevated her biiiiiig stretch game by using my legs as lifts as she stretches lol
Forever baffled by how my 7 pound chihuahua, who is curled up like a little croissant, can take up an entire human sized bed.
Having to reassure myself that Rory is in fact in REM sleep and not having a seizure because that trauma from Mr. Gizmodo Dragon runs DEEP 🙃😅
Rum has been acquired.
Alternatively, I will accept this as another way to describe my mood with the goddamned frelling patriarchy and mediocre white men.
Current mood* because MEDIOCRE WHITE MEN WITH THE AUDACITY TO HAVE WEAPONIZED INCOMPETENCE
*minus any actual felonies because I am currently armed with cookie dough, dog snuggles, and cocktails
I’m going to need Sales Regional Guy to understand I do, in fact, know my people and how to save move OUTS but 99.9% of the time when my people move out, it’s for a Valid Reason That Cannot Be Reversed.
…okay but genuinely what is this audiobook because I must listen to it immediately 😂😂
