Michael Lee Miller

I’m not saying my son is too dependent but we have room for growth.

New sticker. Find me if you want one.

I’ll visit regularly

Homeownership is never again being able to fully relax in the presence of the sound of running water.

My cats drinking fountain gives me constant anxiety.

Painting ceramics with my Valentimes

My husband and I were meal planning for the week and he suggested calzones and now I can’t sleep. Wtf did I marry? I’m hoping it was just an unfunny joke but I can’t look at him the same anymore.

I asked Steve to print this for me. He’s a silly goose.

The kids said Lilly is the sweetest!

It’s my husband’s birthday. I made him special stickers.

Relatedly, I did not hold back today on someone who truly deserved it. You know what? It felt great. No regrets.

I think the real takeaway from the Grammys is it’s no longer best to take the high road. Kendrick went fully unhinged petty and won 5 Grammys. Send that text to your ex’s mom or boss. Why not both? Stop biting your tongue. Make sure you enunciate when you let those b-holes have it.

Hi! No idea if Bluesky is good for this or not, but I’m coming to Kirkland, WA Feb 13th with my very funny friend, Jenna Nobs, at Side Hustle: Taproom & Experimental Kitchen.
Show-8pm and $20
Tickets available here: tr.ee/oWmyhDcWU6
Get ‘em now! it’s a very intimate space and seats are limited.

Been making some stickers. It’s therapeutic.

My son will be denied a passport. His health records are now altered by the NHSN public site. This is the beginning of a genocide.

I wasn’t paranoid then and I’m sure as shit not smug about being right now. Just terrified. And furious. And getting ready for a fight.

Mall Bathroom toilets’ wouldn’t you be curious? Wouldn’t you check out what I wrote?

If I legally change my name to Bestselling Author Michael Miller, and then start committing minor but hilarious crimes…I think that could get people to buy my books. Out of curiosity. Like if you saw a news blip that said ‘Bestselling Author Michael Miller arrested for super gluing duck decoys to

The kid had an appt in Cashmere this morning and I decided to wander around Cottage Ave for a bit. Met this handsome stranger and got some treats at Sure to Rise bakery. Painted fairy footprints guided the way and I found myself wondering - is Cashmere a real life Stars Hallow?

Snagged the greatest stamp of all time (gsoal, if you will) at the thrift shop today. Yes, disapproving owl, I *can* do better.

New marketing going out for Mini Quest Tavern. Tickets will be on sale next week. Many thanks to Fabled Graphics for this wonderful artwork, and to Zach Missal for helping us out when we needed rehearsal space for a large group of actors with swords.

When you big mad but also eepy.

Which begs the question: does woods porn mean anything to GenZ? Did that die with the middle class?

I have, in an strange turn of events, inherited my dead friend’s vintage pornography. I’m not talking like, pristine 60s era Playboy. Think 2001 Penthouse. Brainstorming what to do and (jokingly) suggested I could leave it in a lil lending library bc there’s no woods around here.

It was a long day (they’re all long days in wild fire) and got us all giggling. The Big Boy fire. Found myself chuckling about it again this morning. The off-season is weird.

I was ordering engines for a fire (I’m a wild fire dispatcher) and the contractor asked if this fire was getting bigger and I said something like “yeah, he’s a big boy” and that evidently stuck with her bc when she called back with a question she told my coworker she was going to the Big Boy fire.

Rare to see a nice cart in the wild. Free range, as god intended.