I had what is probably a weird amount of panic (none).

They call our department the “Felton fa**ots,” their chief has stated they will never hire women, and their in-fighting almost turns into fist-fights but… sure. The culture’s fine.

In case you’re wondering how my campaign is going, after calling out the culture of a neighboring fire department, their assistant chief spoke at the next board meeting about how they’re proud to call themselves the “[location] Mafia.”

Also shout out to this dad a swim lessons clearly tasked with “take pictures of this teddy bear watching the kiddo swim.” 😅

Shout out to the mom of three (3 y-o and 7 m-o twins) quietly chastising her husband for invoked invisible labor in being unable to just choose a god damn restaurant for dinner.

Yup yup yup. Don’t know why I woke up but a minute later things started shaking. I had the conscious and calm thought “hmm if this goes on much longer should I find a doorway?” 🤷🏻‍♀️

Apparently I am at the age where my classmates unexpectedly passing away is a thing. I hate this.

Not according to my mortgage company!

Me: you aren’t paying my fire insurance Mortgage company: your homeowners insurance has fire coverage Me: no it doesn’t Mortgage company: your insurance company says it does. My policy:

We watched it as a family at dinner!