Cant sleep cause I'm imagining how brutally I'd murder anyone who'd dare disrespect my wife in my presence. ...betcha ten bucks my period's coming in the next 1-3 days.
I <3 standing vigil over my dog so I can clean up his vomit before he eats it
Not saying men are inferior, but to this day the only person who has ever left my class unable to make a book has been a man. Coincidence? Maybe.
You ever look at your father and think "wow, time has given you nothing but a bald head and an ever-lengthening list of women who avoid speaking to you whenever possible. And you have no idea."
Up at 2am, cramping and watching anime in spanish until I can understand spanish.
Every time someone suggests I use easy carve for a relief class instead of my darling unmounted battleship grey linoleum, I consume another crown jewel from the Louvre.
Feeling like a proverbs 31 kinda gal, buying fabric and thread for cheap and sewing about two yards of hem binding by hand. My wife told me she's very proud
Me @tradwives: its so embrassassing that their lives are so hollow that they must center their identity around being a wife. Also me: I AM GONNA MAKE A CULT OF WIVES
I had a dream that I was teaching a relief class. Everything was very normal except someone in the class was convinced that you have to turn cranfield caligo into a cum consistency before it's usable.
My wife gave me the worst book she could find as a christmas gift and HOOOO BOY, it's so bad
I s2g, there's a couple in the neighborhood who has been fighting since 11pm. It's currently 3am christmas day. Just break up.
🚨 Andrew Tate has been BATTERED and comprehensively beaten by a novice boxer, Chase DeMoor
I got a new couch and learned that my wife is slightly colorblind. Its been a good day
Gonna try to do a warm up portrait every day for an unspecified but limited ampumt of time to grt me more in the practice of finishing things. Day 1, Armand (of course). Started around 9:15, finished around 10:45
It's 3am! You know what that means! Lying awake, staring at my darkened ceiling until I lose conciousness and/or patience.
My wife is so fucking lucky I'm short. Her sleeping form loves nothing nore than lie in a diagonal line bisecting the bed from corner to corner and if I was any taller, we'd have some major footspace issues.
Yeah... if it's so late that my dog doesn't even wake up if you knock, there's no way in hell I'm answering that door.
"The fly in the ointment" is no longer a relevant turn of phrase because ointments are usually packaged in fly-proof tubes or pumps these days. May I suggest "the white person dressed in a shitty, cheap kimono at the halloween party" as a replacement?
The wife: this soup is great... but... the garlic could've been cut smaller. Me: that's your own fault for eating the forbidden vegetable. You should have known better.
Wrapped up a good, long printing day. My brain feels clean.
Watched "A Cursed Man", a documentary about a guy who went around asking magic practitioners for curses. Came away with the impression that... that's a dumb thing to do. Idk if magic is real, but this guy was def dumb, especially considered how quickly he chickened out.