Shopping summer fashions.

I may be becoming desensitized to our runaway inflation because I felt like things were relatively affordable in Florida. Like hoodies for $26? Beers for $8? Entrance fees to sites $20? It didn’t feel like usual touristy crazy prices to me. It wasn’t half bad.

I need everyone to read A Boy And His Dog At The End Of The World by CA Fletcher, so that it gets made into a movie or a tv series. It’s so great. I can’t stop thinking about the characters. I miss them now that I’m done.

Morning giggles!

Florida was relaxing – and warm! We saw lots of palm trees, mangrove forests, beaches, and even a manatee! Travelling during a global war and a TSA shut-down is a riot, and the airports were more hectic than usual. The drive home from the airport last night was terrible. Yucky-poo-poo! It was white-out snow conditions with no plowing at all for much of the trip. Hello March, where are you? Luckily, things improved the closer we got to home. And praise be that my lil’ Subaru is so great in the snow. I’m at the Brown Bakery today on four hours of sleep and feeling the fantasy.

Cut to me post vacation after first home shower with my exfoliating power tools.

Don’t forget the most important part.

Say hello to my new friend.

Keychains for the hoard!

For the foyer file

I can’t believe I have to drive through a blizzard on the way home from my Florida vacay.

Ugly shoe update. Airport edition. I cackled out loud!

Morning giggle!

On our way back. I am never taking this hoodie off. I am definitely not hungover. Also it is blizzarding in Central New York. I hope I can find my car at the airport.

There is a frozen-in-time mall here! Flashback!

My reading list has been updated. Click link to view.

Mr. K made a new friend.

Booze

In jungle. Send HALP!

Cut to me in Florida.

A manatee can up to say hi to me. God is great!

I’ve been thinking a lot about Gisele Pelicot. Her particularly horrific story makes me wonder what horrible things will come to light someday as privacy falls away and more and more digital debris becomes public and searchable. Most humans at their core are monsters. And that’s really what the Pelicot story is about for me. What is going on in the head of the otherwise boring vanilla people around you? And what if all that was suddenly on display with video and photos? I can’t even imagine what heinous thoughts were going through the heads of some of the demons in my family tree in my formative years. So much darkness and abuse. Praise the lort there were no digital tools to capture it then.

I asked ChatGPT what this was and if I was gonna die soon. She said yes and this looks like a sting and/or allergic reaction. Pretty sure I had a run-in with some critter when I was in the ocean. Never again!

We’re on a boat. Nice knowing y’all! Bye!

Happening