Last post for tonight. They were trying to sell this account after scamming my community didn't work. This is a common practice. PLEASE! Review your security settings. Make it as hard to get into your socials as possible. They see your followers as $ signs.

Best part of getting your account back from a hacker... Opening up the messages to see the abuse they were getting from your friends and community. ;-; You guys are savage and you're mine.

WE ARE SO BACK! Thanks to absolutely EVERYONE! For all your help in getting X's attention. ;-; No more protected posts. No more weirdo offers of private gaming for money. (For those of you out of the loop, this account has been hacked for a month.)

I need a horror movie loosely based on the 90s Furby, like, yesterday. "Take the batteries out of it!" "I ALREADY DID!!!" Furby: ooOoooOooo "AAAAAAAAH!!!"

*Sounds of feet running around in the house.* Ewe: This is how horror movies start. Me: Go out there and check. Ewe: ...Fuck. Me: You got that final girl energy, you got this.

My chid's generation and their fear of making phone calls. Ewe: She hasn't responded to my text! Me: You could, I don't know, call them? Ewe: ...IDK man, what if they are in a hostage situation and one ring of their phone is the difference between life and death? Me: ...

I pulled into the driveway. It was pouring. I didn't have a coat or anything. I sit there in the car for a minute, preparing myself to have wet clothes. Then I look up and there is my husband. In a raincoat and holding an open umbrella to keep me dry. This is love.

Ever thought to yourself the only thing missing in your life is a high budget film, decent cast, centered around.. A mature lady being ruined sexually by a magical man puppet made of wicker (alexander skarsgård)? Boy, do I have news for you.. Peenochio is coming this October! Only it's called Wicker. (And he's going to be a real man.)

Being married to an animator means getting a portrait of you drawn everytime you're at a restaurant with crayons. Because you're their favorite muse.

I just dropped my daughter off in full George Washington cosplay at Walmart so she could go buy herself some pie. No reason whatsoever other than this is what she wanted to do. I'm going to call it a parenting win, though.

Kid: Hey, if I was __ age, when would I have been born? Me: 2016 Kid: And what year WAS I born? Me: 20** Kid: I don't think that's right. Me: I gave birth to you. I know the year. Kid: I am going to go ask Daddy. Me: .....

Almost everything was okay. My levels from cholesterol to sugars were great. But my hemoglobin is critical and off to infusion treatment I go. But, it could be worse. So yay.

Omg my new doctors office has an automated reception. Whenever its our turn an AI voice calls our full name and tells us which room to go to. I hate it.

I have been up since 5AM because I got called in to go over my test results with my doctor today. In person. Whenever everything is fine, they tell me over the phone. Hopefully whatever it is, it's not a big deal. But damn, the nerves are working overtime right now. Medical PTSD making me develop whitecoat syndrome.

Imagine threatening to tariff a country more because of a seasonal natural disaster. (It isn't due to negligence and mismanagement. Politicans claiming such are either uneducated on the topic or deliberately being misleading to drive a corrosive narrative between nations.)