Local always, except when the dominos sends a coupon occasionally. There are no pizza huts here anymore. We would eat there as kids though, because of that read and get a pizza deal.

Half assing is a thing I really need to get better at doing. Crippling myself with need for perfection is so bad!

Even the smallest particle of magic is rabbits? So fuzzy! So numerous!

Old Gumby and Pokey cartoons, like nature intended!

Yes! We had so many! We’d go to museums often, and we’d be allowed to get something from the shop, and museums have these kind of kits so often! I don’t remember any of those as well, it was lucky I got the name of this!

There were a lot of chemical ones, one we made cheese with, one with so so so many wires?

I liked the cheese one!

I always sing her little song she made on Taskmaster whenever I see her name, I love her!

Boats were the best! Loved those little floating things!

It took me ages to get the name of the toy! I started thinking of them, but everyone was saying tinker toys or knex and the like, until someone got my (very wrong) description of the floaties, and bam! It’s the toy in my head!

Disability benefits are miserable. So much needs reform.

It is very much comfort food. Hence why I’m on a second bowl! Then maybe I’ll try and get more sleep. I do not think the cats will allow this.

It is very bad chili. Jar of sauce, two things of canned beans, can of dice tomatoes with jalapeños, some browned ground beef. Seasonings on it of “what I remembered because very tired” and then I make rice and put my portion over rice. Husband doesn’t like it over rice, so no rice for him. Sometimes if I’m not tired, diced onions, diced garlic. I need more onions though.

Extremely tiredly. Also no more physical therapy, have to go to my primary and get a new scrip. Which is time consuming. Husband’s hypochondria caught up him and forced me awake in the middle of deep sleep to deal with so I’m snappy which is bad of me. I decided to make chili for breakfast and I’m just waiting for the rice to finish cooking. Mother’s cat is still here, and she is being rude to my cat, but loving to me so I keep trying to tell her to stop being a whappy cat bastard. Enjoying the Maji Market in Palia but it really needs to have more games per hour. Only 2 is…stupid.

Love driving past cranberry bogs being harvested! Seeing them flooded is cool.

I’m at around a second stage.

Decaying meat husk is a nightmare to pilot, and I’ve gone bad doing so.

Oh ho ho! This was my jam! It was also one of the few things I was allowed to watch at my grandmother’s section of the house, as we had no tv growing up.

Except we did, as my grandmother had an addition on the house, so we just…walked into there and watched tv.

There were rules though, mother vetted the shows, and this was one of them. And one of the few I liked! It was exciting.

I like the reusable bags, when I remember to take them!

We’ve gotten better about bringing them to the car by making sure empties are in front of the door.

Sometimes I still forget to bring a bag, then I need yet another wawa bag, and I just stare at this neverending pile of bags

A disappointment. I’m not a swing state, but was really hoping to try some coconut ice cream!

Being female and needing health is miserable.

Recently I was shocked to go to my doctor, tell her I was covered in hives (gone by the time I had an appointment but hey soonest I could get), told her I expected it was probably anxiety and she was like “no extremely unlikely” so that was nice.

Anytime I have anxiety, my entire body wants to do multiple core dumps as quickly as possible, so every time is awkward.

Most awkward recently was being called over to help search for a lost cat. 30 minute drive where increasingly I have to go. Get there, go instead of search. Search. No cat.

Find him inside after going to the bathroom another time. So he was never lost, just being a cat.