09/27/2026
Apparently I still have a business page. 🤷♀️
I know. I forgot too.
My daughter has been hounding me to post something because apparently disappearing for weeks at a time and pretending I have no adult responsibilities is frowned upon when you own a business page.
But listen… I’ve been busy.
Busy hanging out with friends.
Busy planning vacations.
Busy taking random day trips.
Busy enjoying life.
And VERY busy not acknowledging adult responsibilities.
And you know what? Life has been pretty damn good. 😂
Oh—and because apparently we have completely lost the ability to say “we have enough animals”…
WORLD, MEET POTATO. 🥔🐶
Potato is quite possibly the sweetest, fattest little Chihuahua you will ever meet. He’s about 10 years old and was abandoned in Rochester. Whoever called him in said he had been hit by a car, although I’m still questioning that one because this little meatball is Chihuahua-sized and I have a hard time believing he could get hit by a car and just walk away from it.
He does have some physical issues, and the poor guy needs to lose close to ONE THIRD of his body weight. 😳 So Potato is officially on his own little weight-loss journey. Special food, walks, and when his little legs have had enough, he gets chauffeured around in his stroller like the chunky elderly gentleman he is. 😂
We have also discovered that Potato hates men.
He hates other dogs.
He hates anyone getting too close to me or my daughter.
So basically, Potato loves us and has decided the rest of the world can go to hell.
Honestly, Potato may very well be my soulmate. 🥔❤️
The more I get to know him, the more I realize we have an alarming amount in common—mainly our general hatred of people and our preference for a very small, carefully selected circle. 😂
I finally found my person.
Unfortunately, he’s a fat 10-year-old Chihuahua.
We have ALSO come to the conclusion that Potato may only speak Spanish. 😂
I’m not even kidding.
He appears to understand absolutely NOTHING we say to him. Not a word. We were told the gentleman who called him in only spoke Spanish, so now we’re starting to wonder if this poor dog has spent the last few weeks listening to us babble at him thinking, “What the hell are these women saying?”
So we are now accepting applications for Potato’s personal translator. 😂
Qualifications include:
• Fluent in Spanish
• Fluent in Chihuahua
• Willing to work with an elderly gentleman who has anger-management issues
• Must understand that Potato is in charge
Bilingual applicants preferred. 😂🥔
AND because apparently Potato needed his own social media presence, we have started a page showcasing our little Tater Tot. 🥔❤️
It is JUST getting started. I think we currently have a whopping TWO followers, so clearly fame has not gone to his head yet. 😂 Please feel free to give our little celebrity a follow.
And don’t worry—you won’t have to deal with my Gen X attitude over there. My daughter runs Potato’s page.
So if you prefer cute dogs, wholesome content and happiness instead of sarcasm, questionable language and my daily dose of reality… THAT is the page for you. 😂
Meanwhile, I’ll stay over here where I belong.
In other news, while I may have abandoned most of my responsibilities, I have remained extremely committed to the one thing that truly matters:
My Tim Hortons addiction. ☕️
Minimum once a day. Sometimes twice. I have standards.
HOWEVER.
I have a complaint.
The Tim Hortons closest to my house—the one I go to so often that the people working there KNOW ME BY NAME—cannot seem to give me an actual HOT cup of coffee.
Why???
Today’s coffee wasn’t even warm. It was “water that has been sitting in the kitchen faucet” temperature. 😂 Barely lukewarm and borderline cold.
And this isn’t a one-time thing. It happens ALL THE TIME.
And I absolutely SHOULD NOT have to come home and throw the coffee I JUST PAID FOR into my microwave before I can drink it.
If my coffee requires a second cooking process once I get home, WE HAVE A PROBLEM. 😂
Listen, Tim Hortons. We are in a committed relationship. I have been loyal. I show up every day. Sometimes TWICE.
I am not asking for much.
I JUST WANT MY COFFEE HOT. ☕️🔥
Please don’t make me reevaluate this relationship. I don’t think either of us is emotionally prepared for that.
Anyway… there. I posted.
My daughter can leave me alone now. 😂
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