My kid is a brony and I’m totally cool with it because I don’t believe in the bullshit notion that there is boy stuff and girl stuff. There is just stuff, and you can like whatever the fuck you want. *steps off soapbox*
Last night the bf and I talked for like six hours straight (when we weren’t banging) and it was amazing. I love that we have so much to say to each other.
Also we had pizza, wings, and beer last night. It doesn’t get much better than that.
My kid sings while he’s pooping. Yesterday morning I heard him singing Shabbat Shalom at the top of his lungs. I can’t wait to tell his future significant other all about it.
I get to spend my evening with Jackson and Freya (while the bf is at band practice) and I’m super excited. I just love them. ❤
I’ve been reading a book that is legit creepy, which isn’t something I say often. It has taken me a while to finish it because I don’t want to read it before bed. It’s called The Deep.
Sometimes people I know in real life will tell me they read this blog, and I am always torn between feeling flattered and wanting to say “lol why?”