Anytime I am successfully able to repair or renovate something around my house my logical next conclusion is to build a home withmybarehands. I’m only sort of joking. My dog is beautiful, brave, concerned about all things. She decided to lunge head first into the screen door (in her defense the screen needed to be repaired months ago). However, her desperate need to be in the know and get outside pushed me into rescreening the door. I didn’t fuck anything up which is always nice.
30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.