freedom, sweet freedom. no point in having both profiles private, like, wtf.

This app now looks like a slutty slutty dating app and I can’t decide if it’s what I’ve always wanted or not.

Saturday Mornings with an 8 and 9 year old that share your genes is really… something.

BummerBabe.

Monday… Monday. Monday!

Apparently dressing up for Halloween is no longer cool? This is what my children are telling me??? Only the “lame people” trick or treat. So here I am, two cold brews deep, mentally preparing for a long night and they just… don’t want to go?!?!

My right leg is bouncing so hard that my teeth are clacking.

I wish I could just… not think.

I just feel like if I didn’t online shop simply for the pleasure of getting packages at my door step— l would be a billionaire. I would be miserable… but a billionaire.

I just want to make friends, but I’m old and cranky.

I love that my fiancée supports me from a distance.

BUMMERBABE!

The kids have plans this weekend but I don’t. Fortunately for me, I impulse bought a hoard of beads and now get to spend the day sorting them into the organizers I also impulse bought to make me feel better about my impulse buying. Yes. Adulthood.

Settling down is literally the best thing I ever did.

Two Strong Margaritas in and ready to bachata in the middle of the kitchen. ADULTHOOD.

anniversary countdown.🖤🤍

it’s literally been 30 seconds, babe.

i am obsessssssssed.

four freakin’ years with the best human.