You mean our ability to shorten this Hell depends on other people’s common sense and goodwill? Ok, we’re fucked.
Time for banana bread again.
Thank God I can work from home.
THANK CHRIST I don’t have kids.
How long have I actually been in these clothes/when was the last time I took a shower? (Actually stop, look at self, calculate … ) Oh dear, three days. Ok, this needs some action. (This has only happened twice — DON’T JUDGE.)
I want to move to a non-extraditable country with beaches and good health care (opens savings account to further goal — because SERIOUSLY, AMERICA. WTF.)
Maybe if we groveled really hard, England would take us back.
I’m never wearing makeup/bra/proper pants again. This rocks.
I'm just a 1970s baby trying to make it in this modern world. Likes: husband, 5 cats, sisters, niece/nephews, grandbaby, BFFs, stretchy pants and long cozy hours of TV. Dislikes: dealing with chronic depression, mourning my mother, and existential angst.
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