Sadness

Boyfriend and I have had a terrible week. Our colleague passed away suddenly and unexpectedly after having a medical emergency in my office, and it's been tough. 

She's a wiggler. 

Thirty Days

So, this has been happening lately: 

Yeah, I've generally been feeling not too good. I've also been eating more processed/convenience food, and I don't feel right from it. 

So I'm dropping this *~major~* announcement. 

GASP

That's right y'all. 30 days booze free. (Also, a modified whole30 diet, but that's a bit less dramatic.)

There's one exception, of course. 

Wish me luck, y'all. Luck and/or pee tapes. 

January Junk Food Dump

(Weird post title, I know. Bear with me.)

So, it's January. Which means for many people, including me, it's time to get back on that ol' healthy eating wagon. 

Yep. Off the floor, on the wagon. 

Yeah. And everyone goes:

And thus begins the annual month long exercise of bringing junk food to the office. AKA the January Junk Food Dump. 

I mean, I get it. Full disclosure: I've done this in the past to get junk food out of my own house. But it suuuuuucks. 

Wahhh. I really need to go cold turkey on the junk food, so there's no little "treats" for me. And of course, there are always coworkers like this:

The metabolically blessed. GLARE. 

Sigh. Hopefully the junk time is winding down. Til then, I have to #staystrong

I still don't understand how that's not a winning argument. 

Election Update: The Aftermath

Well. What a shocking, painful end to the garbagefest that was this election. It feels like an actual nightmare. 

 True story. No judgement though kitty - my tummy hurts when I'm upset too. 

Anyway, this is the last political post you're getting from me in awhile. I'm devastated by what happened, super concerned about the future of the country and the climate, and can't imagine finding any humor in it going forward. (I mean, not that you guys were living and dying by the half dozen or so political posts I put up this year...) 

Don't worry, I have lots of material about the kitties, Boyfriend, our upcoming move to Canada.  (Kidding. Hack joke, I know. Also, it's actually hard to get citizenship there.)

Sunday Night Blues

Sigh.

No Boyfriend, we don't have rabies.

And not even true, for that matter. She totally sat in my lap for a solid 90 seconds this weekend.

*slinks away*

Boo this week. Just boo.

Boyfriend’s Sad News

If you listen to the podcast, you’ll know Boyfriend’s dog has been struggling with cancer. After a very long and very happy life, his puppy passed away last week. :(

Boyfriend is handling it exceptionally well.

But I’m very sad for him.

In honor of her, here are a couple of facts about Puppy.

Puppy liked her walks with Boyfriend more than anything.

  

Puppy was great with people, but she did have a healthy hatred for ducks.

She probably knew they were mostly rapists. 

Even when she was very sick, she always had a tail wag for Boyfriend when he came home.

And brought him a toy when he walked through the door.

At the end of the day, Boyfriend was her favorite person. And she was the world’s best dog.

As any pet owner knows, even a good long life of 13 years isn’t nearly long enough when it’s time to say goodbye.

Sigh. Here’s to Boyfriend’s best friend, fluffiest pet, and most loving dog.

:(