BronxWench

When the arthritis in my hands became an impediment to writing, I switched to a refillable cartridge pen that requires practically no pressure to write. It’s made a world of difference. Just wish someone had warned me that the style of cartridge I use has a tendency to splooge ink if you twist it one time too many.
Rotten thing covered me in blue ink. Didn’t even buy me drink first. Rude.

i believe that once everyone sees that wicker movie, we are gonna get an influx of stories! mark my words! lol Ill also admit, ill probably be one of them! lol

Thank goodness it’s hotter than Satan’s taint outside right now, because we haven’t had windows open in months. The last thing I need is our neighbors wondering why I just shrieked, “Hallotoesis!”
Heiferlump, our clingy senior cat with stanky breath, is a weirdo who does weird things. In this case, she curled up under our blankets unnoticed, waited until we were in bed and dozing off, then licked my toe without warning. The media never shows this side of being owned by a cat.

Well, have to shop for hubby’s upcoming colonoscopy.  It’s like shopping for when my ulcer is active...

As much as I complain about my husband, never let anyone think I don’t love him. I need him more fiercely than air; I love him more than I can ever express. This is the long, sleepless night before his horrible back injury is either fixed or fucked up worse. There’s nothing I can do besides be present, be patient, and be here for him; naturally, I’m a mess, three panic attacks down, and too worried to do anything but sit here and watch him snore. 
Cold had better not leave me alone in this world. He’d better come through this ordeal alive. Otherwise, I swear, either I’ll be the first widow in history to find a way to haunt her husband’s ghost, or I’ll go batshit crazy trying.

For rigorous exercise and weight loss, try moving.   All that packing, shuffling things around, really gives you a work out… (sigh… this stage nearly over...not quite, almost)

Changing ISP.  Giving it a couple days to see how well it all goes, and then calling the old one to disconnect

The names companies are giving scent notes is getting out of hand. Used to be, if you got migraines from certain scents, you could read the description and avoid them. Now what do we get? Sunshine, buttery yellow, and good intentions. Cool tavern nights, scheming, and filtered moonlight. Mother’s embrace and [insert random thing/place/plant that only exists in fiction]. Suspicion, the Halls of Moria, and Ancient Evils. Like, what the actual fuck is any of that supposed to smell like? For all we know, it could smell like expired hemorrhoid cream and garter snake pee or burned broccoli and crushed stinkbugs. Sometimes I wish we could make fragrance-selling companies—all of them, not just candle or perfume companies—scour their stores for a product that doesn’t trigger a migraine based on a specific profile. I’d pay money we don’t have for the chance to point and laugh whenever they realize that suspicion actually smells like ripe skunk ass and regret.
In other words, three things are happening simultaneously.
I get migraines from certain scent notes, will be stuck in a small, confined room with a flatulent, Mexican food-obsessed husband for a week with no escape, and won’t survive it without a quality fart-defense spray. White Barn thinks that A, cotton candy smells like peonies, and B, everybody knows what fairy dust smells like, not just the people who snort it. I apparently don’t have enough to complain about in my life, and I’m getting too old to just roll my eyes without pterodactyl screeching into the void about it. Oh, and 4: If I could, I’d go around smelling like black licorice. Just straight black licorice—none of that dried orange rind, aniseed, and Halloween Nights horseshit—just the kind of smell you get from diving nose-first into a bag of Wiley Wallaby black gold, but in a perfume. I’d never quit sniffing myself, it would be awkward for everyone, and I’d be too happy to give a ripe skunk's ass.

This heat dome can go away any time now…   😡

I’ve got a bizarre and random question for all my fellow Americans from The South and Might-as-well-be-the-South. Exactly how many definitions or uses do you recognize for the word “Waller,” and what are they? (Verbs, nouns, etc. are all accepted.)

It should not take half a year to get a surgery scheduled. If my husband ever manages to injure himself badly enough to need surgery again, so help me, I’m chucking him out a window. I mean, our windows are only a few feet off the ground, but maybe the short drop will knock his loose screws back in place. He could have made this less stressful.
Anyway. Here’s hoping this time next month we’ll have good news.

We had some interesting weather very early this morning.  My daughter was stuck at work for the tornado warning that triggered at 12:21 am.  At least she got payed for staying over….
Me, as always, slept through the whole thing. 🙃

Happy Birthday!

Kinda glad people are over finally getting over the AI Craze.
 
Its not even AI as we were pitched. Just Large Language Models.
 
 

Resisting the urge to reply to those age verification help pleas that… the age verification is actually an IQ test in disguise.

I found out today that my hairdresser died 2 days ago. But it’s not that simple. I don’t have friends, you see. I forgot how to do that, and being someone’s full-time, live-in carer means friends are things other people make. But she was my friend.
She’s been cutting my hair for over a decade now. Even when she would simply disappear for a couple of months because of personal issues, I always stuck with her, when others left to get a more ‘reliable’ hairdresser. And even lately, when she was clearly going through really tough times and appointments got constantly cancelled, I made it clear to her that I’ll be first in line she wants to come back to cutting hair. And she appreciated that, a lot.
She loved my baking. The best brownies she’d ever tasted were my homemade ones.
A few weeks ago, she’d very happily made an appointment for me to cut my hair today. It seemed things were finally looking up for her. And today, I arrived with my own homemade choc-mousse filled nuggets, stuffed with my own chocolate mousse recipe. Everyone that’s tried my mousse have said it’s genuinely the best mousse they’d ever tasted. So, if she thought my brownies were amazing, she’d have gone nuts for these.
Yeah, I was always there for her in the past… but I wasn’t there when it really mattered. Maybe… just maybe...

I am done peopling for the weekend...🙃

Fuck the American healthcare system - right up Main Street with absolutely no prep, lube, or aftercare. We started seeing a doctor for Cold’s spine injury, and he’s been out of work going on two months. Now they’re saying his surgery may not be until August, because his insurance wants a specific clinic to do the surgery. He could have been cut open, sewed up, and sent home to heal last week, but insurance said “Nuh-uh, you’re going upstate or you’re going crippled.”
My husband has always been a drafthorse of a worker. He leaves his coworkers in the dust, stays late, goes the extra mile, and shows up while others no-call/no-show because it’s raining. His reward is being shoved to the back of the shelf without pay to wait for a surgery that’s needed to keep him from being paralyzed while several companies yell at us about what they’re not getting done. We’re drowning in medical bills and other bills, and insurance isn’t paying nearly enough. This country needed healthcare reform decades ago – not yesterday, literal decades ago. Instead, we have an ugly-ass ballroom for ugly-ass souls to pat each other on the back after failed or faked assassination attempts.
I’m just...I’m so tired. Seeing him going through all this and in horrible pain, knowing I can’t do anything more for him than I’m doing...and all the while, my mental health has tanked. How are we supposed to do this? How do we keep taking that boot to the ribs without standing up and throwing fists? 

Ive been out of work for 3 months due to a fractured left wrist! you think that would give me the time to write finally but NOOOOO! SMH

Every time I think we’ve gotten through a crisis in real life, something else pops up. Now we’ve been told my doctor-averse husband will end up paralyzed if he doesn’t have surgery...and we’re talking serious consequences within a few months, not years, paralysis in years, not decades.
It’s not just Cold’s injury, either. We’ve had a deluge of stress this year. I had to have surgery because of constant headaches. Cold, aside from the sudden increase in chronic pain leading to his terrifying diagnosis, got sick for the first time in over a decade, and I’ve gotten sick at least a dozen times (enough to need medication) since Christmas. We lost Woozle in January. My mother may be having a joint replaced this year on account of injury and age. My mother-in-law suddenly decided I’m the antichrist despite being female and has done her damnedest to make life harder than it needs to be. On top of all that, Heiferlump’s health took another turn, and she’s on more medication than she ever has been before. That cat started last year healthy as a horse, and now we worry about her constantly; yesterday, she climbed her cat tower for the first time in a year, and I was torn between happy to see her with so much energy, and worried this is a sign her time is nearing. And I won’t even get into the problems we’re having with the house, that we cannot afford to fix and also can’t afford to not fix, and the fact that this storm season is unusually active.
We. Need. A frigging break. Somewhere out there, there’s a Ghost-shaped curse doll. If whichever stab-happy motherfucker who found it would just...not...at least for a few months...that would be great.

Look on the bright side everybody.
Five Months is a good amount of prep time. 

Found a old completed fic and I must have completely forgotten it.
 
With a note that just says be kinky like Jaydee so lol its kinda messed up lol. 49k word just damn. Ima break it up

A birthday shout-out to our very own @Melrick! May the day bring only good things, and an abundance of chocolate!  🍫 🎂