I’ve had my phone’s Lock Screen set to a photo of my cat ever since we had to have her put to sleep earlier this month. It didn’t occur to me until today that I was basically ripping the bandage off the wound every time I looked at my phone.
I was browsing Wish last night and came across the most fabulously brazen knock-offs ever.
My Instagram account just got followed by a 12-year-old and his content is just what you’d expect. My 10-year-old is NOT getting on social media anytime in the foreseeable future.
I don’t feel like adulting today. So says my brain as I’m interrupted from paying bills by my son who is requesting pancakes.
It’s a good thing this FedEx package is just frozen coffee and not something important.