It has become our tradition to make our completely oversized Thanksgiving turkey the day after Thanksgiving. The first two of the past three years, this was because we forgot to buy a disposable roasting pan, or we forgot to start defrosting the turkey. Now, though, we have simply accepted that we actually enjoy having a … Continue reading Brevity is the Soul of Apathetically #10: NSFW (Not Safe Family Weirding!)
CW: Discussions of the lingering relationships between food and life events. No specific mentions of disordered eating, but please use caution if discussions of food and/or emotional eating are potentially triggering topics. All descriptions of the related life events are in the past, though they are mentioned in the context of eating those same foods … Continue reading It’s Not Delivery. It’s Depression Pizza!
CW: Puns worse than my title ahead. Also some vague allusions to where Hypothetical Future Babies might hypothetically come from in some hypothetical future. Tornado Warnings from Tropical Storm Isaias spring up in the Northeast. Lavender: "One and a half hours. There is an actual tornado on the actual ground, and Google says we're a … Continue reading Meteorological Misanthropy #8: Rock Me Like a Labor Pain?
*Arrives home later than expected for a short week* Lavender: "I got hung up at work dealing with my least favorite people. Guess who?" *Partner proceeds to list in order: 1) my family, 2) the administrative staff of each and every group home prior to the One Horse Townhouse in the 9th Circle of Hell, … Continue reading Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thanksgiving Time
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me An extra roll of TP. On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Two bottles of Miralax and an extra roll of TP. On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Three gluten-free … Continue reading Where’s Whoopsie #17: Two-Ply Christmas Lullaby
"For pounds up to nine," Peapod's flat fee's pretty fine But they lied, they substituted and then (Ba-dah-dah) Showed up from the store, a turkey fed many times more It's not them, will I let us down in brine? (Hey, hey, hey) Maybe, baby, try to find (Hey, hey, hey) Dethaw time and I'll make … Continue reading Where’s Whoopsie #16: Build Me Up, Butterball
I went away to a place that was not the 9th Circle of Hell this past long weekend with my partner. It was just a long-weekend getaway, and - given that my Partner had literally been to Hell the week before - it doesn't quite imply everything is fine. However, it was enough of a … Continue reading Top Ten Things I Hate About Top Ten Posts
I am not saying "B is for Bedbugs," because supposedly things are "happening" with that. The home is hiring a new exterminator to come tomorrow and - again supposedly - is going to deal with the code violations that resulted in the scary green notice. I'm not sure how much faith I have in either … Continue reading Blog Awards Series #5: B is for Blog Awards
Today has been lousy. There's no other way to say it. Its lousiness has stemmed primarily from two causes: dysautonomia and C-PTSD. (I will write dysautonomia and C-PTSD officially, but I could just as easily have claimed dysautonomia and office politics. The two are kind of synonymous when C-PTSD views any perturbations in power dynamics … Continue reading I Love You More than Salt