I reported it here there is an email link customteesales.co/_/dmca
I emailed and got an automated response. I bet it gets to stay up all weekend. I am fuming.
Watching spouse watch tv:"u can really just lay there and not move?"
"What"
"u can just lay still & not have ur hands tapping out a beat or ur feet clapping under the blanket?Or ur toes wiggling&rubbing against each other or ur foot shaking?u can just be still?"
"Um.yes?"
Me: O.O
Henry: "Mama, why do u have a coffee mug that says Not Paint Water?"
Me: "Because sometimes I confuse the paint water and the coffee."
Henry: "Ok.but... there is paint water in that cup right now."
Me: "I was painting & needed some water."
Henry: "Mama. YOU HAVE PROBLEMS."
Henry: "when this movie is over I'm going sky diving."
Me: "Baby, you cried when you fell down one stair yesterday."
Henry: "That was accidental."
I think I'm going to make a sign that says "Hello! Your drug dealer doesn't live here anymore. We bought the house and we are very boring. We don't even do the weeds. We don't have a forwarding address."
"You look younger than you are"
Me, awkward at humaning: "well the fat fills out my wrinkles and I've spent a lifetime out of the sun because my dad died of skin cancer."
My Shouty Thursday is that I made significantly less on patreon this month and it is my main source of income and the damn holidays are coming. I am stressed.
All I want for the holidays is for you to join my pay tree on. (But only if you can spare the dollar.)
Because I really can be delightful. (Sometimes.)
And we have a lovely group and you can collect stickers and tiny arts and coloring pages too!
Patreon.com/jonirae
For context, My mother in law gave me this pretty little basket box made of cloves... what do I do with it? Fill it with my children's teeth.
PS I dropped it on my bed trying to take these pics and tiny teeth spilled all over my hand and that is as creepy a feeling as it sounds
Me to my husband: "I can't believe I spilled a basket full of teeth in our bed tonight."
Husband: "Let's hope you got them all."
When you have a really bad flare that leaves you barely able to breathe because it hurts so much but then it subsides a bit and you can move around (mostly) and that goes on long enough that you get used to feeling this lesser level of pain so it almost feels "normal"
and then you wake up one day with the really bad one again and you're like I REMEMBER THIS NOW.
That's where I am today.
Internet person: "YOU ONLY GOT A HOME BECAUSE PEOPLE HELPED YOU BECAUSE YOU POSTED ABOUT IT ON YOUR PAGE."
Yes. That is indeed what happened. 🤷♀️




