My husband does this, and the way the water slowly gurgles through the overflow is just. So. Annoying.

We must rise up, those of us that get in before its full and turn it off before it hits the overflow!

Don’t those bunnies deserve a garden right at their doorstep?? XD I hope the gardening goes well!

Rototillering has happened.

The first machine didn’t work. So he agreed to return it and hopefully get a new model. They agreed. He came back, new one worked!

Found out the hose attachment is leaking. After a single year? Bah fucking annoying.

He returned the machine and they gave him a discount cause the first was factually broken. Wheee! He was paid in candied jalapeños, brownies, and once the month changes, money and a jar of chili.

It’s miserable. Eat less and move more!

But the everything is screaming at me to eat. You’re hungry. And the voices from childhood! Don’t waste food! That’s a fucking sin! Don’t throw anything away, it’s better to treat your own body like a trashcan than to actually throw anything away!

And when you do eat, how do you stop? Because my brain knows there’s more food in the kitchen. It also knows how to make more food. And it’s going to go in there. It’s exhausting to have to say no every second of every day to a brain that’s a toddler.

Hate it.

Guy comes over today to rototiller the lawn. I have to say where to go.

But there’s a cat on my feet…

I’ve been knocked out twice for surgeries.

First was for a wisdom tooth that shattered inside my jaw, right before covid shut down all non emergency surgeries.

They actually found a vein in the arm. Doctor talked to me a bit before they wheeled me back into a surgery room. Only the nurses in there. They were preparing and saw I was nervous. “Oh, don’t worry! He’s an amazing doctor.” She pauses. “We do call him the velociraptor though” me “what why?” “Cause he has short arms!” They say, laughing! “That’s mean!” I say. “Don’t worry, you won’t remember this”

“I’ll remember this!” I’m now trying to say, around a mouthful of gauze. I did remember at least.

Second time for an upper endoscopy. They can’t find a vein in my arm, so they put it in my hand. Taken to a much smaller darker cramped room with a tv that is surely showing my insides later. “Okay this might hurt, since it’s in your hand” “Ow fuck that hurts” and the next thing I know a new to me nurse is wheeling the bed and my talking ass into a recovery room. (I was talking about animal crossing, she was confused)

I love throwing food into a slow cooker, doing something else, and then tada! Food! The best.

Instead of feeling like hot dog water, I now feel like mostly purified hot dog water. The upper respiratory infection seems mostly gone, which means I’ve got to get back to canning. I’ll go out with twin and get the ground beef today, and can tonight probably.

My phone keyboard is getting wonky. Trying to type this is frustrating. Sometimes it’s fine, and sometimes it’s being really bad. Guh. Blugh.

It’s me, the second group!

Learn or die was my motto because I was already being murdered by all the other little girls for being weird, but at least I could see it coming now because body language!

It just means I have anxiety now!