The first shot made me really sick, and now I have to get the other one. I’m gonna die after my second. Tell my family that I love them, and that the only way to save me is to get another cat, and pizza. Lots and lots of pizza.
All I can do is trust that the universe isn’t going to murder me.
This is not a paid endorsement or an ad. I’m not opposed to one, though. Call me, Perry 😘
My husband and I got married on Halloween, and it was such a magical day. When I walked into the room and saw my husband, our eyes locked, he walked over to me, and everyone disappeared. And then I twirled my dress, because of course I did.
Because we were in one of the many waves of Covid and lack of money, we weren’t able to go on a honeymoon, nor did we have any ideas as to what we wanted to do. Plus all of the cool places I’d normally want to go, like Salem, Vegas, New Orleans, are full of people. Fuck people, and fuck that shit.
Patrick’s boss, however, was generous enough to gift us with a gift card from Perry’s Steak House, which, just passing by it in the car makes me feel poor.
Things have been pretty difficult lately; I lost my job, I am having to learn to let go of toxic people in my life, my husband’s job has been stressful, and I’m tired just from writing it.
So we made reservations, dressed up, and went to dinner. Let me tell you, if you have something special to celebrate and don’t mind spending extra money, it is well worth the experience.
Our food was incredible and the service was phenomenal. We stayed off our phones, and simply enjoyed each other’s company during a very boujee dinner. I am so grateful to have been given the gift of an experience. Things come and go, but the memories that are created during those experiences are precious and priceless.
I am grateful for generosity, for a reason to get dressed up, and for the memories we created. I am forever grateful to my love, my rock, and forever my pain in the ass.
I have been experiencing this off and on since the beginning of the Pandemic; my poor snooze button is worn out. Side note, I think it’s morbidly funny that “pandemic” is a new part of our daily vocab.
Some days it doesn’t even feel worth it to get out of bed, since at the end of the day, we’re not that far from it in the first place. I find myself working from bed more and more, and shortly after, sprawled out and probably napping.
I have a whole new respect for stay-at-home parents and people working from home before this bull shit begun. How do you do it?
What kind of things can I implement to make me get out of bed (and making it doesn’t help)?