But I just wrote this whole long thing and then realized it was all stuff I was mad about or stuff that was horrifically depressing and then i thought i couldn’t possibly show up here and tell y’all all of that and so i deleted it.
I miss you. I’ve been working a lot. I’m good. Apparently I’m mad about a whole lotta stuff. I don’t think i knew that until just now.
(And if the male individual who left me that nasty token on my porch should see this? I SO don’t care. I am NOT wasting my mad energy at you. WHATEVER. There’s enough real problems to worry about without getting worked up over stupid symbolic disgustingness so YEAH. Also? Not afraid. Like, AT ALL. You do NOT want to mess with me, and it was really good for your sake that I wasn’t at home when you came by.)
I will say that if you read that article recently, the same one my mother read, that said that someone uses maxi pads on her feet instead of comfort shoe inserts…? Don’t. Just DON’T. Dogs look at you weird, you feel dumb, and they’re so thin these days that they don’t help in the slightest and you rip them off and yell, “OKAY. I WON’T DO THAT, STOP FOLLOWING ME, HAPPY NOW?” at your dogs and then they feel unfairly targeted for their keen observation skills.
If you’re on your feet all day, just go with Dr. Scholl’s and be done with it. Really. I’ve diligently compared the two products, you’resowelcome.
update: 30 minutes after writing this, I decided I’d finally go clean up the porch issue. I didn’t earlier when I got home because I was hungry. And I thought AFTER dinner would be better. And it’s gone. Someone else got it all taken care of, somehow. Thank you. Whatever. This is me forgetting it.