#TBT – That time I gave Willie Nelson an enema
I used to be a veterinary assistant.
I snuggled puppies, put kitten on my shoulders, and got lots of licks and kisses from sweet dogs.
#TBT
#TBT – HOSPITAL EDITION
Rowan’s hospital visit had me reminiscing about my own three-day stay when I was six years old. I don’t really recall the breathing difficulties that landed me there – it blends in with so many other episodes in those years. But I remember quite a bit from the hospital.
#TBT – The House that Awkward Built
I can only assume that the person who designed the house was drunk. Or made a Sims house into reality. That would explain the lock on the outside of my bedroom door, the better to watch me starve with increasingly panicked thought bubbles floating above my head.
#TBT – Unreliable narrator
It is frankly astonishing that child protective services never showed up at my front door to question my parents.
#TBT – This is why we can’t have mediocre things
Our first Christmas living off campus, Steven, Anelle, and I bought a Christmas tree. Like real adults. And we probably drank hot chocolate spiked with rum while we decorated it. Like real adults. Maybe it snowed. It was super Norman Rockwellian. Our only ornaments were whatever was on clearance at Lowe’s and things we made, but it was our tree and we were proud of it.
#TBT The Fun is in the Drive
“…if i don’t get out soon I’ll lose my mind
take me anywhere surprise me.”
– Eddie From Ohio