![Raeyn[Dot]Com](https://www.raeyn.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/06/vh2.png)
We get a lot of Amazon packages in because we’re not exactly fans of shopping in stores. I’m not sure why we suggested to Littlerbit that she sit in it, but she went for it. It was adorably ‘if I fits I sits!’ a la many a cat on the Internet. All I know is that my brain tries to… Read more »
I am sitting here with my milk and the Oreos and like… they’re all going in my face, not gonna lie or apologise. They’re Oreos, and they’re mint, which means this is a date with destiny! I’ve been meaning to bust them out since we bought them… last week? Week before? Some unreasonable amount of time to neglect poor Oreos,… Read more »
I still need to get it shoved into a bubble mailer, all the knitty bits are lovingly folded around each other and prettily packaged. Oh okay, the tissue paper under and around the ribbon tore a bit ’cause I was probably pulling the bow too tight, but whatever. It’s done, it looks nice from a distance, etc. And if you… Read more »
I have been Plastergirl this week. I have these weird spates where one hand or another will be covered in bandages, and I’m in another one of them. The one on the thumb is where I sliced my knuckle open on the inside of a cupboard door. Because, of course, I am grace fucking incarnate. The other is a random… Read more »
Today is legit worse. Like, Texas-hot worse — nudging into the 90s. That’s not British at all, hrmph. So of course, I propose we have Stitch ‘n Bitch outside tonight to take advantage of the warmth… so it’s starting to look like rain. Lulz. ¬¬ Still, at least the heat worked out for one thing — Z got out the… Read more »
This head cold aftermath needs to die already, because today I have been swirly-dizzy. Having said that, while Skyping with my sister, she mentioned something about ear popping helping with ear infections. I gave it a go and my head felt like it had exploded. I think it was helpful? I’m still dizzy, but feeling a teense in the right… Read more »
Not me, definitely not me. Two are more than enough, and we are very committed to having an abortion if one should get past the Mirena coil and eventual vasectomy. Even if I occasionally have tiny wistful moments thinking of babies, I remember being in too much pain to sit, walk or sleep combined with the weight that each pregnancy… Read more »
On Tuesday, I got the hankering for tacos in the explosive, tweeting TACOSTACOSTACOS (etc) sort of way. I was amused, and for once, my brain was happy to try and put that into action. Well, it helped that Z had some chicken breasts to hand, as I wanted to try my hand at crockpot chicken taco filling. So then, a… Read more »
Smallhausen has been trying to break me of my swearing, which means I probably should do more of it here. Fuck fuckety on a shit-covered fuckpike, etc. Better? Better. Sort of. The day got off to a fairly good start, in spite of me completely forgetting to take my meds last night and taking forever and the guest bed to… Read more »
One very cogent and true complaint I see of modern life is how we have this online medium to present a picture perfect life. Fights are glossed over or never mentioned, each child is more picture perfect than the last, and isn’t everything enviable? Everyone is perfectly in love with the love of their life, and everyone is shitting rainbows… Read more »
