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Not to be nasty, but I'm digging my stink
I smell like sunblock and dirt and sweat. Well, I smell like sunblock, except for those two patches over the bottoms of my shoulder blades, where my tiny t-rex arms can't reach. They're not sun-burnt yet, but they will be if I keep this up. "This", meaning "Biking to work in a sports bra and gardeni
May 19, 2023 0 8
Estranged Mother's Day (AND BEAN PHOTOS)
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20th Anniversary DAR!
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And then I looked at my hand. And then I fainted.
(Originally published May 30, 2022) When I was about eighteen years old, I fell off my roof. Normally I climbed the fence to escape to my safe, beautiful sunny spot, but this time my cousin was visiting and I thought it would be safer for us to use the ladder, since she didn’t have practice scaling
Aug 22, 2022 0 111
W-A-L-K (Garden Update)
(Originally published June 3, 2022) In the mornings I take Tig out on her promenade, which is her daily W-A-L-K around the backyard in her harness and leash. Matt always spells out W-A-L-K when he asks if The Madame (Tig) has gone outside yet, because the dogs he grew up with understood the word "wa
Aug 22, 2022 0 10
Jet Lag Garden
(Originally published June 23, 2022) Matt and I are back from our trip and the jet lag is a fascinating experience. It’s funny, he had a harder time adjusting to the time change when we went out but has handled our return to Portland pretty easily while I was/am the exact opposite. Help. I feel like
Aug 22, 2022 0 18
A Cartoonist and a Cartoonist and a Cartoonist
(Originally published July 18, 2022) Last year, Lucy Bellwood and I went out to West Virginia to visit Danielle Corsetto and we had such an amazing time we were like "dude we should get together every year. Like, as an annual thing." and then we all promptly forgot about it until Lucy was given the
Aug 22, 2022 0 21