At Least I’ll Always Have the Cats

There’s so much crap going on right now that I’m just not willing to face in hardcore black and white.

So I will feel free to come back to my safe place here and pretend none of it is happening.

I don’t have to worry about my little brother going to juvie for the next four years, and grown-up jail after that.

This is how we know winter is coming. At any given time, there are one to three cats curled up in balls, covering their noses to keep them warm.

I don’t have to worry about my in-laws and any inconsiderate or insensitive choices they may make.

The computer chair sits right next to the heater vent, so no need for nose-covering.

And I don’t have to worry about baby mama drama, because it will happen whether I worry or not.

If you’re cold, why pick the middle of the floor to curl up in? Oh yeah, because the love seat and computer chair were taken.

And I don’t have to worry about the state of my uterus. Because that won’t change anything either.

So I made some awesome Honey Beer Bread. And I’m eating it on the Christmassy plates said youngest brother gave me when he was seven.