If you don’t know what that means, it means they have gone too far.
Which 8 year-old wrote this prompt?
Fine, I’ll play along.
Here’s my favorite emoji, via performance art:
WP Has Jumped the Shark
Category: Humor
The Act Of Taking
Daily writing prompt
Write about a time when you didn’t take action but wish you had. What would you do differently?
There was a time when I didn’t take action, and I really wish I had taken action. If I had to do it all over again, I would take action.
When kids & cats are quiet
It’s usually too late once you find them. There might be poo everywhere, and I’m talking about the cats here. When kids are quiet, they might be drawing on the walls with Sharpies. Sometimes they form an alliance and the cats eagerly and happily accept the food that is purposely dropped on the floor.
Beware the silence…
MST3K, Anyone?
The original, with Joel. I remember watching this show and laughing until I was crying. I just found an entire channel of this show on my new television. I need a laugh today – or maybe 25,000 laughs, so I’m going to keep this on all day as I go about my Sunday chores.
Is anyone else a fan of this show? Let me know in the comments! If you haven’t watched the show, I’m not sure I can adequately describe the experience, but the simple answer is this: really terrible films are critiqued by Joel and his two sidekicks as the movie rolls. Their comments are what makes the show absolutely hilarious. If you think you might be interested in quirky offbeat comedy like this, I recommend you give it a go.
Amy’s Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Melatonin, Mostly
Sigh
This Week Lasted A Year
This job, you guys…It seems like the clock has been moving backwards and adding more time to each day. Now that we have reached Friday, my week has been 365 days of hell.
I’m really pulling for Saturday to get here early – or is that on time? Whatever. Just hurry up already, Saturday.
I Ate All The Brownies
Daily writing prompt
Describe a decision you made in the past that helped you learn or grow.
That decision really made me grow (as a person).
Susie Is Sweet Sixteen
It’s true. Today is her birthday and she’s 16. She already wants to go to the mall and hang out. And her boyfriend keeps coming around to the window at night. I know he does. I asked his mother. His name is Stinky, and he’s also a brown tabby. He’s blind in one eye, but that doesn’t stop him from crossing the street and trying to date my daughter.
Susie has already started asking for the car keys now that she has a permit. I don’t want her to drive Victoria, because she doesn’t need to go back to the bodyshop. Susie can’t reach the pedals and she doesn’t have opposable thumbs to steer with. Then there’s the “novice driver” fluorescent green sticker that you have to put on your bumper when your teen starts to drive your car. Sigh.
She’s already wearing cat eye eyeliner and excessive amounts of necklaces and bracelets. Seriously, I can’t get her to stop wearing them. And she’s always rubbing my phone, trying to take it. She thinks it’s hers. She thinks I don’t know that she’s had her eye on it.
She stays up all night and sleeps all day, and she’s just turning 16. Do you know how much worse it’s gonna get? I can’t even imagine.
I wouldn’t believe it if I hadn’t been present for her birth. She still plays and eats well, her teeth are in good shape because I’ve only ever given her dry food. She seems content, happy. Her kidneys are failing a bit as most cats‘ kidneys do, due to their very high protein diet, otherwise she’s the same Suze.
(In human years, Susie is 80 years old today.)
Happy birthday, Susie.
Edit: this post was scheduled, but this morning on Susie‘s actual birthday, I heard her beating on the windows downstairs in the basement right before dawn. There must’ve been another cat outside. Luckily she can’t get out and doesn’t go out, because she would be a neighborhood menace. She guards this house like she pays rent. It’s good to see her still scrappy, but not great when she sets off the house alarm and pulls down the curtains. 😼
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WP Wants To Date Us
I’m flattered WordPress, I really am. But you’re not my type. You are rather droll, dull, delve into data mining, detrimentally dumb, disorganized, dreadfully repetitive, despicably distant, and impossible to get to know. You keep us at a distance with your bugs and your malware attacks, and frankly, I’ve had enough.
I will not go to a restaurant with you, WordPress. You strike me as the type to bring a briefcase to a five star restaurant and put your leftovers in it. 
I will not go out with you, WordPress. But here’s what you can do: send food to my house. I love basil pesto with fresh angel hair pasta. Thanks in advance.
“It's Amy,” I said. 