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Disenfranchised former public school teacher. Pickleball instructor. Never Trumper. Scared of the next 4 years.
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Hot take: I will not be flying any time soon.

Dear manufacturers of children’s clothes. I have children who are skinny and TALL. Every pair of pants that fit in the waist are cropped and every pair that are long enough are too big in the waist. It’s like the catch-22 of clothing.

I am wildly vacillating between needing to know what’s in the news and feeling like I’m going to puke because of what I’m reading from news sources.

I wore all black today. I may just wear all black for the next 4 years.

I took my mom for an MRI to try and figure out why she had a sudden onset of terrible memory issues. They called her with the results. She forgot they called. They called 4 more times to schedule something. She forgot. Do you think they thought to call a family member withOUT memory issues? 🤬

I’m drinking Kombucha for the first time. I’ve decided to call it “The Booch” and will let everyone know if it makes me poop my pants.

Today’s baby. ❤️

I recently acquired a sourdough starter from a friend and have rediscovered my passion for baking delicious bread. This baby just came out of the oven.

Gulf of Mexico = Gulf of America New Mexico = New America Mexican Jumping beans = American Jumping Beans Mexico City = America City Mexican Hat Dance = Square Dancing

The best pistachios are the ones that you have to break a fingernail trying to open.

Taking down the Christmas decorations is a full body workout.

Nothing quite compares to the feeling of taking a full bowel emptying dump. 💩

I would rather staple my fingers to a table than take my 13 year-old and my 11 year-old to Target to spend their Christmas money.

It’s winter break. My children have been tasked with cleaning their rooms. The girl just uncovered her long-lost recorder. I am now listening to a rusty rendition of Three Blind Mice.

The group of 30-something’s behind me in the line at a craft store used the word “fuck” as a noun, verb, adjective, and exclamation 347 times during their 5 minute conversation about truck tires. I don’t think the Grandma with the 3 year-old in tow was particularly impressed.

After 6+ hours in the car with my 13 year-old daughter this weekend, I am becoming an authority on Taylor Swift. 🌸

I tried a new recipe tonight. I’m renaming it “That fucking recipe where I used 35 kitchen gadgets and dirtied every pot, pan, and dish in the kitchen”. It was pretty good.