Diligence JonesKnow what else makes me happy?
Eating rocky road from the tub wearing a big oversized shirt.
I feel like I'm in a late 80s movie.
Bestie and I have declared the day after Thanksgiving Cozy Day!
We were going to do some girlie shit together but texted early and decided we both needed a cozy day.
She's cleaning out drawers, I'm decluttering, and assembling/rearranging furniture.
Happy Cozy Day!
Recipe for a Grown Ass Auntie Turkey Day:
Sparkling wine
See's Candy truffles
Fancy Adult Lunchables (charcuterie)
Roasted potatoes
Braised greens
PIE(s)
PS: I will not be preparing any of these things.
Random birthday moments:
Lunch in Benicia with Bestie and some excellent thrifting.
Long misty morning sniffari with the doggo!
Bought a nifty cane with a flask inside! Weird but whatever.
Had good morning calls!
Joyfriend dynamic successfully shifted downward! (More about this later)
Had some advice about my dad's trust!
Kept my Duolingo streak going!
All in all, 55 is hitting softer.
And I'm ok with that.
I paused my Feeld account.
Feeld: Tell us why you're pausing your account. We hate to see you go!
Me: god cishet dudes are annoying. And you're buggy as hell.
Feeld: anything else?
Me: again, dudes are annoying.
I hope every dating app turns into an echo chamber of priapic men bumping into each other, pinging bots, as the rest of us retreat to our dens with tea, murder mysteries, hobbies, and social skills.
Benson transport chats:
Him (doggie transport guy): So you *never* want kids.
Me: good god that would be hilariously terrible. I am 54 ffs. Neverrrrrrr.
Him: but what if--?
Me: I would take care of that business immediately. *Immediately.*
Him: but you're the type of person who should be a mom! I see how you are with Benson!
Me: dude, I can put Benson on a leash, lead him around, and make him poop outside. Can't do that with a toddler.
[Note: consenting grown ass men, otoh...๐]
Him: Man, you are unshakeable.
The happiest demographic in the world are single women who've never married without kids.
To be an unbothered and never locked down Crone -- yaaaaassss.
Him: my arthritis flare up is so bad. I really can't stand for a long time. I can come by but i'll need to not stand alot.
Me: it's a good thing shenanigans does not require alot of standing. My sciatica means I can't sit long and I walk like an orc.
Him: Also things not required by shenanigans.
Me: I do need to clean the apartment.
Him: not required by shenanigans.
Me: I've seen Boy Room on TikTok. I know the standards I need to keep.
Will your arthritis prevent you from BOOOOOOP [translate: attacking it from the rear flank, so to speak]?
Him: hmmm. I don't think so.
Me: Excellent. Take a pill.
Me: [to Bestie] We should go to Bombera for dinner. They're fantastic.
Her: Brunch! Have you been there before?
Me: M- took me there when I was cosplaying his girlfriend. It was amazing. The food, I mean.
Nothing like fitting into a LBD that was a smidgen too small before.
While I know my fierce independence is a problematic byproduct of my childhood family dynamic, the fact I got my new giant, heavy ottoman upstairs and assembled alone makes me incredibly pleased with myself.
It is also *perfect* for me and Benson! Yay us!