Donβt tell him. He wants to buy it for me to make me angry.
Donβt tell him. He wants to buy it for me to make me angry.
Thank you! Itβs so freaking FUN.
I had to go to voter services today to drop off my ballot petition (so my name is on the ballot) and all the little voter nerds loved it. (My people, the voter nerds.)
Heβs fab. We love him. He listens to me yell about 19th century Europe, he gives me recipes. It works!
I told him that @wing2j.bsky.social and I are going to Disney in May and heβs already plotting. (Also apparently this glows in black light.)
Aging gracefully is no fun.
Thank you! I think itβs delightful.
I will absolutely not be a lost child on opening day.
OHHHHHHHH. Long day. My brain is melty.
My hair dude is amazing and we have a great deal where he does whatever he wants to to my head and doesnβt charge for supplies/extra time.
Thank you! My hair dude went to high school with me and I absolutely DO NOT CARE what my head looks like, so we have a great arrangement where I plop down and tell him to do whatever he feels like doing. Today it was Phanatic green!
Youβre pretty cute yourself, chum.
Orange shag vest?
βYou look like an awesome sea witch.β
-one of the middle nieces
Mission accomplished!
I forgot words in there but you get my point.
A woman wearing black glasses and a red shirt is pictured in her car. She has blue and green dyed hair in the same colors as the Philly Phanatic.
My brother-in-law called this combo βPhanatic Approvedβ so letβs say my hair guy and I did this on purpose for Opening Day.
Persuant an agreement made by @wing2j.bsky.social and I decades ago before we got married, we have obtained Home Run Derby tickets instead of All Star Game tickets.
Yeah, the house was also off campus. Not far, but technically off campus.
They might be grandfathered in OR those are considered campus housing. My sorority at Pitt has a house, but all the others have a couple floors in dorm buildings assigned to them.
My CCD teacher in 2nd grade told me pets donβt go to heaven. I argued until she told me to go to the office and wait for the end of the class, and by then I was essentially done.
Bitch theyβve been here longer than thereβs been an America. Sit the fuck down.
Just county committee. Next cycle, maybe more.
One woman thought I was in my early 30s and I am only knocking doors in 55+ communities from now on.
Got my ballot petition all signed, got invited to join someoneβs porch happy hour. The usual.
I am CHARMING, you fucks.
Buddy, you have to tax the fuck out of the rich, but the rest of us above the poverty level ALSO have to pay some taxes because thatβs how this works. Tax me more! I like schools and roads and public transportation and libraries and making sure kids eat!
Booker sucks, man.
Right? Like, WHY pick incredibly difficult books?
If I tried getting through War and Peace again Iβd be borrowing my nieceβs middle grade reader books. This just seems like such BIZARRE framing.
Historians are quite capable of explaining the hellscape that is the US at this particular minute, and its kind of telling that you imagine we won't because it means you haven't been listening or reading
Bucks County, I swearβ¦
If I read Ulysses again I would need a solid month of the most frivolous shit I could get my hands on. What the hell?
Friends, absolutely do not look at your retirement account tomorrow for your own mental health.
I had to look at mine for tax purposes and I strongly suggest you donβt look.
Hey, congrats! Marriage is a blast.