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Friday, August 5, 2016

I know, I know; we've all seen a lotta cute, peeps. (THANX INTERNET.) (No, really, thank you.)

However, there's cute, and then there's me-and-John-screeching-in-the-car-at-a-stoplight cute. There's the losing-my-mind, could-watch-on-a-loop-forever except for the cheek-cramps-from-grinning-so-hard cute.

THIS. IS. THAT CUTE:

A video posted by Kicking Cones (@kickingcones) on Aug 3, 2016 at 7:39am PDT

[supersonic squeeing]

Katrina of Kicking Cones found this little guy in her backyard (luckily before her dogs did) and I trust relocated him somewhere safe. LIKE HER LIVING ROOM? Ok, probably not. But I can dream. And at least we have this video of Gwaka Molee (YES I NAMED IT) applauding its own rescue. Clap on, lil' buddy. Clap on.

PS: Katrina, does this mean we get lil' Gwaka art now? Because that would be awesome.

Now I'm off to Google "moles as pets" because WHAT.

(New project idea, John: Giant Plexiglas Mole Wall Habitat. Eh? EH???)

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

I have Hashimoto's, which means I've spent a lot of my life with an under-active thyroid. Recently my doc upped my meds again to nudge it into the normal range. This has been... illuminating.

10 Things I've Realized From Having A Properly Functioning Thyroid

1. Dang, it's hot in here.

2. No, like, 80 degrees inside the house is HOT. Are you feeling this? Is this normal?

And don't call me Shirley.

3. Owning 27 different sweaters, 12 jackets, and 9 scarves is suddenly not so helpful in August.

4. Feet can sweat? WHAT EWW NOOO EW

5. Having long hair is like having a Wookiee arm around your neck all the time.

Don't look so smug, Chewie. YOU'RE USED TO IT.

6. I've lived in Florida most of my life, but I only own one pair of shorts. And they're dusty.

7. That thing people say about "the other side of the pillow?" ERMERGERSH YESSSS HEAVEN.

8. TAAAAAANK TOOOOOOPS

9. SORRY I'M YELLING I HAVE 3 FANS POINTED AT MY FACE RIGHT NOW

10. All the energy I'm supposed to gain from this "normal" thyroid business is being wasted agonizing over whether I can leave the house in boxer shorts and flip-flops to go buy more shorts and flip-flops.

And then I figure I shouldn't let anyone see me like this at all but dang it's so comfy wearing less so now I figure I just won't leave the house 'til October. So please send shorts and flip-flops and maybe an AC repair guy because we can't get it below 79 in here and if I take off any more I'm going to stick to the furniture. And no, John, that is NOT a come-on, so quit smirking and bring me a giant tub of ice cream to smear all over myself OK I'm starting to see how this looks like a come-on.

... bring the ice cream anyway.