Every time Cubby sunbathes, a bunch of the local buzzards start circling above. He looks like an easy feast, so I have to stand there and supervise.

I feel seen. My elderly neighbor brought his yard guy over to introduce us because, "I know you like to do things yourself, but I figured you could meet Sal in case you have those days like I do where you're painful and can't do much". #ankylosingspondylitis

I bought a house for my dogs. No shame. Seeing them run wild zoomies in the yard makes everything seem right in the world.

Made my first mortgage payment and I didn't spontaneously combust as I imagined I would.

The term "furbaby" should cease to exist. Cringiest of cringe.

Where have people lived all their lives that they feel compelled to run to Nextdoor to report EVERY wildlife sighting?

I found sheds from two little snakes right outside my patio and I'm way more excited than I should be

Eggrolls at 3am? Heck yes.

I was happy to inherit my grandmother's belongings since my grandparents meant so much to me, but downsizing has been absolute mental torment. Memories and feelings attached to EVERYTHING. "No, I must keep this big bag of curlers because one might have her hair on it". Is this how hoarding begins

Asking me how I am only serves to remind me how I am not. Just punch me and get it over with