Meatballs

I’ve always wanted to have a dog named Meatballs, but I fear it will never happen for me, so here is a poem called Meatballs instead 🙂

MidJune

Our foster pup, Rain, was adopted by a nice little family this weekend. I’m so grateful for good people.
Otherwise… the back deck has been seeing a lot of us lately. I’ve been working on making Millie’s fort perfect to her liking ❤️ and hippopotamus!

recents

still going strong(-ish?)

I spent the entire hour of my last therapy session trying not to cry while crying my face off. You know, when you’re trying so hard not to, that it makes it so much worse?
I forget that I’m still recovering. I forget that these things take time. And that some days will be really, really hard.

But you just keep going. Always.

can you guess which one is the annoying little sister?

What if little sisters weren’t actually annoying, though?
Hear me out.
What if little sisters just contain such great amounts of awesomeness, that it just simply appears that we are annoying.
Perhaps all this time, people just imagined little sisters were annoying because they were being told to believe this!
It’s a mirage! The big lie! It’s all just a big show, you know?
There’s no way we could actually be annoying. Not a chance.