One of my favorite memories was watching this movie with one of my best friends, who is a competitive ballroom dancer, and her only criticism being that she hated how not wrong it was.

This had me wheezing with laughter. NPG Understands Wombathaus.

HAHA YOU CANNOT TRICK ME MY WALLET IS IN THE OTHER ROOM AND I HAVE A DOG ON MY LEGS

Says the Floridian missing tropical plants like a hole in the soul in the woods of Connecticut.

The amount of these types that brave my off-brand-Disney-ride steep and curved driveway in CT is far fewer than when I lived in suburban FL, and I always feel vaguely confused when they do. They take the confusion for listening until I go “wait why are you here? On the hill? No thank you.”

I have this wish every time my TSH comes back boringly normal and all I get is another 6 months of the same dose of meds and maybe a high five on the way out to pay my deductible.

Me, grimly staring at the day lily sprouts popping up from a literal rock bed in front of my house: I thought I got all you funereal smelling fuckers last year.
Lilies: lol no

This is literally the antithesis to the local, family owned generational garden center/greenhouse I work at.

There is balance in the Universe.

Hanging basket of plants with green foliage, and flowers with bright pink outsides and purple inner petals that look like folded fabric. The basket hangs in a greenhouse with many other similar wonders.

One thing about Connecticut is so many flowers here exist in ways that Florida would just fry alive. Example: this fuschia that absolutely came home with me.

OMG THE CONFLUENCE OF A FAVORITE PODCASTER AND A FAVORITE AUTHOR TALKING AT EACH OTHER ON THE INTERNET and I am just a humble fangirl planting hostas and hydrangea against the world. This is tickling me endlessly.

All of the flowering trees at the garden center I work at part time are being OBSCENE and it’s going back into the thirties at night this week, because Connecticut has no sense of joy.

In the Comic Timing dep't, feline division... (via @cosmonautroger on Tumblr)

Paging @jillkatherine27.bsky.social

A floof without a single thought behind blank staring eyes looks out from a window sill

Squirrel is supposedly a cat, largely a dust bunny.

Beekeeper hat?

Hey @tkingfisher.com what does this mean for @ksonney.redwombat.social.ap.brid.gy ??

Blur of birb

I love how many people I know are sharing my bird feeder camera joy. Please enjoy this blue jay action shot.

My local black capped chickadees just keep calling me a cheeseburger.

I have made those and they prompted several coworkers to form a fan club of my baked goods. Considering I’m a stress/anxiety baker… they’re a bit conflicted about how much they want me to bake.

A blue jay stands on the edge of a bird feeder showing off its finest butt plumage.

Enjoy this gratuitous blue jay plumage butt for your serotonin.

Husband is away for a work trip this week. I’m already going a la @tkingfisher.com and eating noodles over the sink to avoid dishes. He left this morning.

Also can someone explain to the cattle dog that he’s not gone forever, so please stop moping like he died?

Every time I visit Florida and think I could live here, I walk into a spider web

I was supposed to give up fanfic? Shit. Another failure I’m proud to have on my list. They can pry my AO3 from my cold, dead, geriatric, over 30 hands.

The nutrient dense superfood KUEC episodes were some of my favorites.

As a child with very fine hair, this book was a collection of unattainable looks that made me so sad.

Do you need two lap idiots today? I do. I can share.

SHEP ARE YOU OK after that vicious attack? I can offer to avenge you by laying down and letting the puppies attack me next if it helps.

MAAM THE TITMOUSE SAID THERE WERE MEALWORMS

This makes the radar face make so much more sense…

How do I know Bluesky is the social media place for me?

I’ve been here like five minutes and my feed is:
Cats
Mushrooms
Literature
More cats
Human rights
Snark

Boy am I feeling understood.