#i was so confused yesterday morning

[songofthedead]

i woke up yesterday fully thinking it was christmas. what

[normalbrothers]

was sitting in a barely filled bathtub with lukewarm, clear water to cool down a little, because it's pretty warm today, and suddenly my cat, with what's possibly her last strength, jumped into it and started drinking like a maniac. i was so stunned i couldn't do anything but stare at her, then picked her up and got out and now i've filled a bowl with water and she's *still* drinking.

[tenderlady]

So crazy how suicidality is stored in the uterine lining

[virtualmosshroom]

Hmm how long do u wait for a scheduled phone call before going on about your day bc they didn’t call lol

[scarletcomet]

my bunny has to spend the night at the vet, and I miss him so much.

[cultivating-wildflowers]

📅

[holmesillustrations]

Left: “You think, then, definitely, that Barker and Mrs. Douglas are guilty of the murder?” Valley of Fear, Frank Wiles, The Strand Sep 1914 - May 1915 Characters: Watson, Holmes

Right: “He tossed it across with a laugh.” Wisteria Lodge, Arthur Twidle, The Strand Oct-Nov 1908 Characters: Holmes, Watson

[kaidabakugou]

tell me why i am awake at 7am on a saturday :(

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! <3

[maruyaaya]

I AM SEEING SABRINA CARPENTER TMR (today?) SO HERE IS THE HAT I SPEED CROCHETED TODAY (yesterday?) TO WEAR BC IM VERY PROUD OF MYSELF

[proteuus]

forgot how stupid I am when my boyfriend's in town he is so sweet tho..... what am I supposed to do ...

[dancingcapybaras]

just had a dream where i was getting married to this random guy and we were driving on this bridge and our car had a WATER DISPENSER?? and he was trying to get some water into his cup but the water dispenser works weird so then the car started flooding and i tried to clean it up and he tried to clean it up too which made the car jerk and we argued abt him focusing on the road.

then we drove to this outside restaurant?? and the food was being eaten on banana leaves?? with a humongous mountain of puto?? (rice cake) and my family was there?? and my grandma gave me a wedding gift?? and then i remember my cousin trying to talk to me and i was mute for some reason so i tried communicating to her with sign language??

[phantomrose96]

Okay I have a story.

So my birthday is this Sunday (May 26th). My mom ordered some presents for me but one of them (an Etsy purchase) was seemingly stuck in transit and might not make it on time. I tell my mom all good, no worries. She gets in contact with the seller. After a long delay in response they get back with "Right we'll fix it!" It ships, tracking label and everything, good to go! ETA May 22nd (yesterday.)

During the work day I check the tracking and it says it's been delivered in/at mailbox! I double check with my mom "hey, is it mailbox size?" because if not, I don't want it sitting at the front door where anyone walking by could snag it.

She says "it's definitely NOT mailbox size." Okay. I text my neighbors in the building "Anyone seen a package delivered? It's a birthday gift from my mom and I wanna make sure it gets inside!" Success! Floor 2 David (not to be confused with Floor 1 David) had brought it inside. Inform my mom. All good!

I stop by home briefly around 4pm, because yesterday was hot-hot and I just installed my window A/C that morning in the living room, and according to my cat cam my stupid cat hasn't spent a single second in the climate controlled living room and is, instead, voluntarily baking herself elsewhere so I'm like "great" and hop on my bike to go home (10 minute ride) to check on her.

I get in the building door. Patches is crying from the top floor because she heard me. I maneuver my bike in the front hall. The ugliest fucking 6-foot-tall cat tree(?)/totem(?)/statue(?) I've seen in my entire life is just. Standing there.

My first thought is "What the fuck is that." My second thought is "Oh fuck that is for me." I look around at the floor in case there's perhaps anything else that might, in fact, be the gift.

No. Me and Cat Pole.

It's taller than me. I turn it around to face me and its face is painted and this is, in fact, uglier than it looked from the back.

Um.

Patches is crying. So I just haul it up to my level. MAYBE it was supposed to come with twine that I wrap around it (and hide its face from the world) for Patches to scratch. Maybe this is a prank. Maybe this is an inside joke, because when my mom moved into her current house the neighborhood gifted her some ugly-as-hell totem that apparently, by tradition, each newest-comer to the neighborhood is required to have and display in their window so maybe this is a very good riff on that.

Patches rubs against it. She's not afraid of this horrid facsimile of her kind.

Great.

Meanwhile SHE'S fine and the condo is a little toasty but totally liveable so I'm like "Good, cool, you're not baking. You're having a good time. Enjoy your new sister, I guess, I'll see you later."

I go back to work because this is a problem for later me.

After work, after my run, after whatever, I get home and it's like 8:00pm and Patches is so happy to see me and the totem pole is still just. There.

I text my friends like "so a bday gift is here from my mom and it's the Biggest Ugliest cat pole I've seen in my life. Is this a bit? Did my mom go 'that's so ugly haha! send!' Maybe she genuinely found it cute. How do I navigate this." My friend Sarah has the good advice to maybe text my mom neutrally like "Got the cat pole!" and feel the waters whether my mom is like "Isn't it ugly? 😂" or "Hope Patches likes it! 🥰"

My mom goes to bed early so I don't do any of that yet. Problem for tomorrow me.

This morning, Patches wakes me up for breakfast. I get her situated and I'm staring at the fucking Cat Pole again. I wonder if my Mom's been wondering all night what I thought of it.

I take a picture. I text her.

Okay.

I get on call with my mom. I ask for clarity that the ungodly horrid thing is NOT my birthday gift and is in fact a mix-up from the seller who sent me this instead of my actual gift. She's wheezing between words. She thinks I'm being too charitable for the amount of Absolute Fucking Ugly this is. I have to gently talk her out of using the word "monstrosity" while messaging the seller asking what the hell happened here.

I tell her I need to apologize for harming her dignity with Floor 2 David, who thinks this fucking thing is my mom's idea of a great birthday gift for her to-be-28-year-old daughter.

My heart goes out to the poor soul who did actually order this cat totem and is lacking it on this lovely day.

[darkmoonkestrel]

daily kestrel 10:

the spot the vet removed from Peggy a few weeks ago did contain cancer cells. she's referring us to a veterinary oncologist that she knows personally, so hopefully we'll hear more about setting up an appointment with her soon. we're trying to be hopeful about it all; Peggy is only 8 years old, and having one leg removed due to cancer in December hasn't affected her quality of life at all, so hopefully we can knock the rest of this stubborn shit out with some radiation and call it done

it's been a long day, not just because of that call at the tail end of work today. i agreed to go in early, so i got to work at 7 - lo and behold, the closing floater who usually takes my kids when I go home had a doctor's appointment this afternoon, and since I'm only working four days a week right now, I agreed to stay late too. i didn't get off until around 5:45 when the last floater got down to 8 kids in her room. i bounced around to the mobile and infant rooms for their lunch breaks today, which is always fine with me, but i'm kinda glad i'm in an older room now instead of with the littlest littles

on my lunch break i asked the d&d group if they wanted to confirm for doing my long-discussed (and little planned) oops all warforged one-off for tomorrow night and I got a resounding yes from most of the group, so i get to DM for the first time in my life tomorrow night

i called my mom on the way home from work because I needed to talk to someone about the cancer call - someone other than my director at work, who gave me a hug and told me to let them know what days I need for Peggy's appointments when I told her why I was upset. i was able to get my crying out to mom so I could put on a brave face for Paige and Peyton when I got home and not break down to them

i ditched my optional meeting for my online class tonight bc i just wasn't in the mood & instead used my time to send out character creation guidelines, set up a map on roll20, get a few enemy stat blocks, and draft the first encounter. there's still a whole bunch of variables and i'm honestly not sure where the story is going quite yet, but i've got a few different ideas so I'll see what starts to take shape tomorrow. i don't anticipate that we'll get super far, our "one shots" always turn into three or four session affairs anyway, so i think i've got enough together to go on for now. i've even tried my hand at drawing a regional map for the first time ever and i'm proud of it, even though it's only the most basic pencil sketch with a few labeled towns and a mountain range

it's almost 11 so i should go get ready for bed, there's a whole day of work tomorrow before i can even play d&d. i'm still in the office typing this on Wildberry Poptart, my phone is almost dead and i type faster on a real keyboard anyway, but inertia is a hell of a force and Peggy is standing on my lap and doing biscuits so it may be another few minutes before I actually close up for the night

[idk-i-want-mcl-content]

:p personal

[nostalgicfun]

My boyfriend was on the phone with his dad yesterday so I went out to sit on the patio to pet the geese and play on my phone for a bit, and while out there I came across a comic of baby Grimace (yes, that Grimace) being sad because everyone hated his milkshake and saying he wished he never had a birthday. Then there was a follow up where tons of people had commented saying they loved the shake and wished Grimace a happy birthday, and that made him happy again.

This, for whatever reason, emotionally devastated me. I was sobbing. I was ugly crying so bad that even the geese waddled away side-eyeing me.

After a while my bf yelled from inside, "Okay, you ready for dinner?" and I was forced to accept I had to go back in the house a defeated sniffly little wreck.

My boyfriend, who has only ever seen me cry once in the whole year we've been together, looked horrorstruck. He assumed the worst. Someone got hurt. Something was wrong with my family. Someone was mean to me (a cardinal sin). The panic that washed over his face was unparalleled.

He, upon seeing me, (somewhat theatrically) rushed over and grabbed me by the shoulders. "What's wrong, what happened? Are you okay?" he asked, frantic. "What is it?"

I realized how ridiculous the whole situation was and just shook my head.

He was growing more panicked. "What is it? Why are you crying?"

I then had to stand there and look him, this completely normal human being, in the eyes, and blurt out "Grimace"

Confused silence followed.

"....Grimace?"

I nodded.

"...The McDonalds guy...thing?"

I nodded.

"What...what did...Grimace...do to you?"

I then tearfully recounted the silly internet comic that had absolutely broken my heart. And this poor guy--this poor, wonderfully sweet, nice, patient guy--kindly stood there trying to figure out how to comfort me that Grimace was not, in fact, sad. (Nevermind that he's a corporate mascot who isn't real)

This morning my phone rang just after 5am. It was my boyfriend. It was my turn to panic, to assume the worst.

I didn't even have time to say hello before he started excitedly yelling, "Look at the TikTok I just sent you! Look! Open it!"

Confused and not entirely convinced I wasn't still asleep, I opened the TikTok.

An official release from McDonalds confirming Grimace (who still isn't real) did, in fact, feel special on his birthday.