Sherri

@grinchkicker.bsky.social

An American in Canada. Cold. Cranky. Owner of a tiny table. Controlled by Jackson, the big headed dog. Don't worry, I hate you too. A Traditional Stopping Place

A pair of period underwear have decided to move out of our house without telling us. They were washed and dried last month and then, Gone. Just gone. They're not in a single nook, or cranny. I wonder where they moved to. I hope it's nice.

Im reading a book with such boring, one dimensional characters that Im hoping for all of them to die in the end. Yes, Im still reading it just because. A book has to be remarkably awful for me to put it down.

Jackson's fur is so confused. Hes blowing his coat in massive amounts. I vacuumed the couch last night at 9:30, brushed 6 brushes of fur off of him, and this morning it's covered in an inch of dog hair.

This color wheel is pissing me off. While the red orange section is 3 different colors, it looks the same. Am I pissed off enough to redo it? No. But it'll annoy me.

A hand embroidered color wheel in a hoop on a woman's lap. It's still a work in progress.

I see so many Halifax peeps posting about their water tasting bad, and Im like they must be nuts, my water is delicious! Yeah. Then my Brita filter ran out. Omfg. It was so bad. Long live my Brita pitcher, because that thing keeps me hydrated without the ick.