Post-Debate Analysis

Gah.

Happy March!

Sigh.

29 Days...

Everything is stupid and bad right now in America, you guys. There's only one thing to do about it. 

Ok, two things. 

Seriously, make sure you're registered and make a plan to vote on November 6th. 

Rollercoaster

For those of us following the Kavanaugh hearings, this week has been so exhausting. 

Between the emotional testimony of Dr. Ford, Kavanaugh's hysterics, the news that the vote was going to happen, the news that the vote WASN'T going to happen, the FBI investigation, the limits to the FBI investigation, the tweet saying there wasn't limits to the investigation, and whatever the next thing is, I'm totally drained. 

If anyone needs me, I'll be screaming into the abyss. 

Everything Sucks.

This. Is. Nazi. Shit.

I really can't deal with the fact that we're committing human rights violations by separating children and parents at the border.  And I don't even *like* kids, so you know that if I think it's bad, it must be fucking horrible. 

Unfortunately, there's....not much we can do about it.  Check out https://familiesbelong.org/, they organized protests last week and might be doing more activism. Give to the ACLU. Vote for people who want to #AbolishICE. Leave other things to do in the comments. 

Oh and always this:

Fuck that little troll jeff sessions, too. 

No it's YOUR Sciatica

So...my back hurts. I'm not entirely sure what brought this on. I did feel pretty sore when I visited my parents and slept in my old twin bed for a few nights. It also gets a little hairy when I'm at Boyfriend's and the cats are there:

It's not easy to squeeze into that side!

But either way, I woke up a couple days ago and my back hurt. Bad. 

The pain is shooting down my side and leg. Not good. 

Boyfriend told me I had to do this thing called "stretching."

Honestly how dare he.

So, I've been heating and stretching and standing and sitting for a couple of days now. Hopefully it'll get better soon. Sciatica relief tips, anyone?

Chaos Kitty

On Saturday, I went to Boyfriend's house to hang out. We were sitting upstairs with the Doggo and one of his kitties (Milo), when this happened. 

It's not shocking that the other cat, Archer, would get into trouble. Boyfriend went downstairs to investigate. 

So then Doggo, Milo, and I rushed downstairs to see what the commotion was about. 

Yep. Archer was rampaging through the house with a real mouse squeaking away in his mouth. 

Boyfriend and I chased Archer around to try to get him outside, while Milo tried to investigate what exactly was happening and Doggo jumped in on the fun. Here's my artistic rendering of the event. I call it 'Chaos Kitty'

Yep. I'm thinking of getting a mural of this painted in my apartment. 

Anyway, we finally got it outside and Boyfriend put the mouse out of its misery (RIP). Archer spent the rest of the night preening. Doggo settled down fairly quickly, and Milo stayed confused about what happened. 

Sunday Bloody Sunday

I don't know about you guys, but for me, the weather was beautiful yesterday. 

But then everything went to hell.

I had almost forgot, until my trusted phone reminded me. 

Yep, another beautiful Sunday ruined by a baby shower. Babies strike again!

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.)

The Scale of Doom

I have a love/hate relationship with my bathroom scale.

Like I said, love/hate.

Anyway, as some of you may remember, I've recently sadly stopped eating carbs in order to become slightly less hm, voluptuous. 

Anyway, I'm a daily weigh-er. I have been for years. I like keeping tabs on what's going on and I'm used to small fluctuations.

So daily weigh ins are NBD. In general, it's the downward trends make me happy.

But then this happened last week

I reacted appropriately. 

So it turned out, I was pmsing. 

yay lady insecurities

Anyone else know  what this is like?