Busy Bee-otch

I’ve been non-stop lately. Even when I’m “relaxing on the couch watching a movie,” I’m still constantly connected to the technology required to keep my projects going. That or loading the dishwasher for the 90th time.

I’ll be back soon with a gonna-related post, but until then, here is an assortment of things that I’ve been doing, reading, laughing about, or making me say “WHAT, WHAT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Terror-ridden watching and shake-crying my way through J’s wisdom teeth extraction/post-surgery recovery. Good luck ever getting these painful, probably infected assholes out of my head, dentists everywhere.
Missing a distinct lack of work the beach.

Writing feminist rants on my Tumblr.

Mitt Romney’s terrible PR team. “Ol’ Barry’s rallyin’ them YOUNG VOTERS AT THEM THERE COLLEGES!!!! POTUS SUX!!!!!”

Oh, you know… Southern Sheek. It’s even got its own domain now… THEY GROW UP SO FAST!

Speaking of Romneysaurus, Ann, what are you wearing? Look at your life, look at your choices.

Trying to get special dog to stop attempting to hump helper dog long enough for me to crack into “Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.”


Now I’m going to go snuggle up to ol’ Wisdom Teefless and get some shut-eye, but I’ll be back with a legit entry soon, loves!


  1. I despise Mittens. And Nancy Ellsworth Lewis appears to be a moron. Nice of her to put it out there so blatantly for us! I wish we had sandy beaches here, but alas we do not. Ours are mostly rocks. A few places have it, but that's usually just isolated cases or where they've actually imported sand. Glad you're keeping busy! Much success to you, dearie. ❤

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