I've officially been back to work for two days and what the f*ck?!

Y'all, I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy having four days off in a row last week. I know it was for a holiday and all, but I really enjoyed it. Hanging out at my house, not wearing pants, drowning in a sweatshirt, watching tv and baking random shit. Cuddled up with my pups catching a buzz. Fun times.

Alas, I am an adult and eventually the real world came calling again and I couldn't ignore their pleas. *dramatic*

Speaking of the real world, I leave a little early today to get my Booster shot. I'm not exactly sure what an Omicron Variant is, but my bitch ass thinks it sounds like an alien warlord of some kind and no thank you. It was a random impulse scheduled appointment, so hopefully I won't feel like absolute horseshit tomorrow. We'll see. Update: My appointment was cancelled and I have to reschedule, because I was exactly two weeks away from the six month mark. Ugh.

What else? Oh yeah, Dani told me this morning that I got a "title promotion" at work. I wasn't sure what that meant, but now I get to sound fancy and tell people I'm a "Project Administrator" so that's cool. Makes me sound official as a motherf*cker. 

The next few weeks are going to be utter chaos. With Christmas approaching (don't even get me started on the fact that D and I haven't decorated and I haven't gotten him one single present yet) and our company moving, it's going to be an all out shit show. 

And guess who has front row seats?

D is also working at a different shop all this week. It's a further drive and it's a little harder for him, but like the trooper he is, he's getting up earlier and dragging his ass in. You know, sometimes we all have to do things we're not really looking forward to. But then again, I guess that's just the adult in us.

Honestly, I just want to go back home and ignore the rest of the world indefinitely. Unfortunately, I like things like shelter, food, and electricity for my family and myself, so telling the rest of the universe to f*ck off really isn't in the cards. You know, with work at least. And it's not that work is bad or anything, I actually like my job, I just really want to hibernate for the time being.

Anybody else feel like that?

I feel personally attacked in the absolute most hilarious way.

NOTE: No, I'm not actually offended or anything. I just thought this was f*cking hilarious and oh so accurate. I couldn't resist.

"Our brains? A woman’s brain is a 24-hour thinking machine. Yep. Everybody in here knows what I’m talking about. Every woman in here knows what I’m talking about and every guy in here is using his man logic and saying 'that is physically impossible, you have to sleep at some point.' No, we don’t. We’re perfectly fine watching you guys’ sleep. Which every woman in here has done by the way. And it’s just as creepy as it sounds. The second you fall asleep we’re like **stares into the void with a blank look** And we don’t just watch you. Check your girls’ phone there’s like a million pictures of you sleeping. 'He’s such an angel.' *makes camera clicking sound* Eww, what are you a serial killer? Relax." -Gina Brillon

Not to be dramatic or anything, but I'm going to ramble until it's break time.

I only work Monday through Wednesday this week and then I'm off Thursday through Sunday for Thanksgiving (I'm also solo in the office this week). To say that I'm excited for that prospect would be an understatement. I'm beyond excited. The thought of hanging out at my house with my hubby (when he's not working) and my pups makes me feel happy.

I mostly want to hibernate. You know, snuggle in with your loved ones and doing whatever it is you want to do. In my case, watching movies, cooking, baking, catching a buzz, doing some house chores at my own leisurely pace, drinking coffee and not wearing pants.

That's right. When D and I are home alone we like to Pooh Bear it. Well ok, mostly me, but you catch my drift.

I also think I'm going to be getting off early on Wednesday, so hopefully my hibernating can start early! If that's the case, D is either going to come home to find me bingeing horror movies, bingeing Yellowstone, or so engrossed into TikTok that I don't know what's happening in the world around me. Definitely one of those. 

It's all good though, because I usually find him so engrossed with COD that he doesn't have a clue what's happening around him either. So, it works out well for the both of us. Did I mention how much I adore my hubby? And also how much I like saying husband or hubby instead of boyfriend? Never thought I'd say that.

I realized the other day that I have officially upgraded from "borrowing my boyfriends hoodie" to "swiping my husbands Carhartt" and honestly, I feel like that's a real good flex for me. Kind of like my sweet spot.

We've also decided to do a nontraditional Thanksgiving dinner this year. Since it's just the two of us (and our furbabies), we've decided to forego the turkey and big dinner and instead have a slightly smaller dinner (but still large for us) of pot roast, taters, rolls, and sweet taters. It's still a larger meal than what we usually have and it's kind of special. We have talked about this kind of thing alot and we've decided that since it's just us and our babies that we will make our own traditions. We'll probably still do some of the things that we've done with our families over the years, but now, we'll do them together and in our own way.

Hence, the nontraditional meals and spending our days however we want to. We don't let other people tell us how to spend our time together and we do whatever makes us happy. He's my best friend and honestly, that's what I'm thankful for this year and all the years to come. So, if we could hurry up and get break time here so I can go home and take off my pants, that'd be great.

Happy Holidays!!

Call it the holler in me, but I don't trust it.

**5:30am**

D: "Wait until you feel the weather outside. It warmed up and it's nice."

**6:45am**

Me: *walks outside, feels the breeze, peers around suspiciously and texts husband** "This feels like some tornado weather bullshit and I don't trust it." 

My husband is not fun to wake up.... but a gal's gotta do it.

My life is an eternal battle of my need for attention right this second vs. my apprehension of waking my bear of a husband up for no reason at all except to give me said attention. But, he still loves me and I wouldn't trade him for the world.

My thoughts after watching the first episode of Yellowstone.

NOTE: These are quite literally my unfiltered thoughts directly after watching the first episode of this show. Needless to say, my inner monologue tends to curse like she's a sailor.

Oops. (I say oops, but I'm not sorry).

(Also, I can use this picture now, because I've seen literally one episode).

#1: This is the most gorgeous scenery I've ever seen on a show. Seriously, it's so f*cking beautiful that I might cry. John Dutton was right. "Leverage is knowing that if someone had all the money in the world, this is what they'd buy." It's true, because I would love to live on the Dutton ranch surrounded by all that beautifulness. It's breathtaking to say the least.

#2: Beth Dutton has absolutely no f*cks to give and I am here for it. She is without a doubt my spirit animal. She's so blunt and sarcastic that I just can't help myself! I feel like I'm gonna be quoting this woman on the regular.

#3: All the men on this show are fine as f*ck. I don't know what they're putting in the water, but hot damn. Personally, I've always liked rugged country men, and this show is not in short supply of that.

#4: This show is f*cking devastating. I can already tell it's gonna break my heart and wreck my life. And yet, I still want to keep watching it. Makes no sense.

#5: Kevin Costner still f*cking got it.

I'll have a cup of stress with a side of stress and a refill on the stress.

To say that D and I have been on edge lately would be an understatement. 

The company I work for is moving buildings in the next few weeks and everything seems to be closing in all at once. And it's not just the move that's stressful. It's all of it. The moving, billing, new systems being put into place, end of the year. So on.

SOS. QB. Word. Pdf. I'm literally just naming random acronyms at this point. 

It seems like no matter what I do or how hard I work, I can never catch up and stay that way. There always seems to be something lurking around the corner waiting to pop up and say "hey bitch! you forgot me!" or "hey bitch, you didn't do this correctly!" At this point, nothing surprises me anymore. But, I still got this shit.

Says the woman who lives off coffee, nicotine, and spite.

D started his new Assistant Manager position and he's been training to open this week. Meaning, we've been getting up at five in the morning to ensure that we're both on time for work. I only get up that early to harass him and make his coffee. It's the little things. He's also been picking up a bazillion hours and training new hires.

So yeah, we've both been running on fumes and we're dragging ass and stressed like no other. But you know what? We're not the only ones. I guess chugging along and keep hanging on is the way to go. I mean, we won't be on edge like this forever. Probably.

You know what? We'll play it by ear. Therefore, if you need us, please leave a message after the beep. **BEEP**

People won't quit talking about this show. 🐮

Full disclosure. I haven't seen even one episode of the show "Yellowstone." However, it looks interesting as all holy hell and the previews and random clips that I have seen of it has definitely piqued my interest. With that being said, I've been debating about starting this show for about two weeks now. 

Probably because the season four premiere is tonight and people seem to not be able to get enough.

Don't get me wrong, like I said, it looks damn good. Nonetheless, almost every single time I start a show and love it, they either cancel said show or kill off/change characters that I become very attached to. And yeah, I know it's stupid to get attached to fictional characters and yet HERE I AM.

Let's be real though, I'll probably end up watching it and becoming addicted to the point that I'm waiting on edge for the next episodes and to see what's going to happen next without wanting it to end as well. Knowing my luck, it will be SOA all over again. That was "my show" for the entirety of its run and once it was over I was like, "uuummmmm....??!!!?!?!?!???!!!"

Furthermore, through all of the clips that I've seen, I feel like Beth Dutton would be my spirit animal. I mean, she gives literally zero f*cks, has a thing for rough men, she's sarcastic as hell, and the fact that she always looks like a boss even with her face swollen up? Yeah, sign me the hell on up for this clusterf*ck. 

Besides, Kevin Costner? Uh, hell yeah. I've been watching that legend my entire life. #DancesWithWolves

So.... should I pick this one up and watch it from the beginning or would it be another situation of watching a few episodes thinking you're sucked in and it's amazing and then become incredibly bored and over it just as quickly? Decisions, decisions.

Hubba.... Hubba.... Hubby. 😍 (He's so damn.... just.... just damn!) 😍

If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, D and I have some of the most random conversations. At this point in our lives neither one of us is surprised by what comes out of the other ones mouth. 

For example, the other night we were messing around and getting ready for bed and out of nowhere, D looks at me and says, "so, I heard a TikTok song on the radio today." To which I replied, "holy shit, was it the Applebee's song?" We then proceeded to have a fifteen minute conversation about how we didn't know it was a legitimate song and how it blew our minds when we figured it out together on the same day.

Followed by looking up the song and listening to it together and discussing how catchy it was.

Like, what?! What is even happening?!! Who in their right mind has an entire conversation (the length of a bedtime routine!) about trendy songs they didn't know were real? Even that sentence doesn't make sense! 

And it didn't even stop there. We still randomly talk about it when we're laying in bed or look at each other with big eyes when it happens to come on the radio. LIKE WE DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS LEGIT AND WE'RE JUST LEARNING IT FOR THE FIRST TIME EVERY SINGLE TIME.

But, you know what? I wouldn't want to share my randomness with anyone else. It's a very freeing feeling when you're so comfortable with yourself and your person that nothing is off limits. D told me one time that he couldn't believe all the things we talk about as a married couple. Things he thought were forever off limits apparently went out the window as soon as we signed that marriage license. Now, nothing is off limits. NOTHING. 

I know that doesn't sound very convincing seeing as I used the "Applebee's song" as my example, but I swear, it gets much more insane and disgusting. The good, the bad, the ugly.... the motherf*cking fugly. The list goes on from there. I'm pretty sure there are times the people around us think to themselves, "would y'all f*cking stop already?! you're too much! we don't want to know all that!" Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that part? We're so used to it being just the two of us (and our pups!) that we sometimes forget when we're around other people and discuss very graphic and/or disgusting things like we're in our own little world. (#mypoorinlaws)

The world of Devon and Katie, where whatever we want together reigns supreme. It's a good world to live in. You know, if you're us. We just hang out in it and adore each other. (And yeah, I know how cringey that sounds).

I'd be lying if I said I didn't love the fact that to my husband I am a wife, best friend, confidant, lover, homie, nurse, auctioneer, lawyer, accountant, surgeon, mama bear, baker, movie critic, hillbilly, hippie, coffee maker, singer, and his love. I love that he thinks I could take over the world and I'm the smartest person he's ever known. I adore the fact that he's convinced I could fight my way through anyone and actually thinks I have my shit together. Even though he literally sees the fact that I don't every single damn day of our lives. He calls me his "beautiful blue-eyed barefoot bandit" and that somehow always makes me melt into a puddle of goo and blush like there's no tomorrow.

Hello everyone, my husband is the ultimate hype man.