It honestly is starting to feel like so kind of torture. It’s just constant scare ads. I wish I could get out of this swing state.

I have been getting so many political ads and most of them are for local races that are not in my precinct. So I can’t vote for these people regardless. I wish it would fucking end. Only a month to go.

I’m crocheting a giraffe. I wish I’d stuff the legs better. Too late now it turned out pretty good. I just need to finish the head and spots. And the tail but that’ll take like 30 seconds.

The big cats are starting a prescription diet and it’s $65 for 8 pounds. We are going to be poor.

My firstborn is undoubtedly not impressed with her littlest brother’s existence. Every single one of them is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

Took Wild to the vet for his last booster. Get told he is too early for his booster and I need to come back next week. Ask if I can just take the vaccine home and inject it myself since I’m experienced with injections. Get told no. Make appointment for Tuesday. Ask if I’m getting a discount.

I’ve had sushi 3 out of 5 days this week and that’s probably not healthy but a spicy salmon roll just really hit the spot this week.

My first cat has these whiskers that are black on the ends and white in the middle and I love them so much! Every time I find one I’m so happy to add it to my jar of whiskers.

There’s a certain kind on Pennsylvanian that exists in every town across the state. I don’t know this woman but I know who is is based on my town’s version of her.

I haven’t worked in purchasing for two years, but when I tell you, the dockworker strike made my blood run cold. Flashbacks to Covid shortages. Waking up in the middle of the night wondering how I was going to get enough PPE to cover all the people I bought for. Purchasing PTSD.