Of Sour Stomachs and Stress

13,408 Days Alive

My shoulders hurt despite thirty minutes of Yoga stretches. My stomach hates any pressure that isn’t a heating pad on it.

Some wild shit is going on in my life. In family, in friends, in potential paramours.

I’m stick-a-fork-in-me done with today.

Take your meds, folks.

Of Laughter and Laundry

13,350 Days Alive

1,402 Blog Posts Since PostmarkWonderland Started

2 Vanilla Cupcakes Eaten

1 Mount Laundry Conquered and (Mostly) Put Away

Today was Chele’s grand-tiny human’s birthday party. I managed to avoid sunburn, talking to too many morons, and getting smacked by an errant pinata stick. To be clear: none of these happened. I am grateful. I am also grateful for the invite in the first place.

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