
If I were to own a humongous camper, it would look like this. It would also have a disco ball somewhere inside.

If I were to own a humongous camper, it would look like this. It would also have a disco ball somewhere inside.
I’ve mentioned before that we suck at selfies. Please enjoy the results of us attempting to take a selfie in front of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park sign.




Oh – happy Valentine’s day, y’all!

I came across this post on Bluesky and LOLed. I am one of those women; I had *such* a crush on this fox. He may be a large part of why I still love foxes.

One of the many humorous items on my boss’s new bulletin board.

Who needs a star on the tree when you have a Bear?

This Grammie/Nina needs some Jingle Boots!

Kenn has been suffering from chronic idiopathic urticaria (chronic hives of unknown origin) for three years now. The poor guy takes a LOT of medication to keep the hives under control. We both love his allergist; she is awesome. Kenn went in for a checkup earlier this week, and part of the conversation went like this:
Dr. B: You are hands-down my most refractive patient. (Refractive meaning he doesn’t respond to traditional treatments.)
Me (turning to Kenn): I’ll get you a shirt.
Kenn: Most refractive urticaria?
Me: Yep.
Dr. B: It needs to have a trophy on it, too.
Me: Done.
As soon as we got home, I researched custom printing sites, selected uberprints.com, designed, and ordered the shirt shown.
I was planning to wait and give it to him at Christmas, but I couldn’t wait that long; I gave it to him as soon as it arrived. (It actually shipped the day I ordered it. Mind. Blown.)

I don’t drink coffee anymore, but I understand the sentiment.

Candy corn seems to be fairly polarizing, but I’ll admit it – I love the stuff! How about you? Candy corn: yes or no?

Kenn wears an over-shirt when he works outside. I’m not sure this one actually counts as a shirt anymore; it’s becoming more hole than shirt.