Tammie
@tammiesayswhat
Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Democrat She/Her INFJ-T Never trumper Do not mistake kindness for weakness. I say a lot of bad words. I’m NSFW, for sure. Happily married. No DMs means exactly that - it’s not a challenge, guys, K? 💙🇺🇸💙🏳️🌈❤️🏳️⚧️💙🧷💙🇺🇦💙🇨🇦💙
Good morning! I’m on vacation from work this week. I’ve been sewing those drying mat baskets. I added regular fabric to some and quilted them. I have 5 more that are quilted, but need to be finished.
If only it were real, I’d eat peach ice cream, and I don’t like peach anything.
We’ve lived here 10 yrs and the lot has never been painted. I take my hubs to dialysis 3x/wk at 4:30 am. It was tough backing into my space. Not perfect but it works! #Staycation
This photo is of my paternal grandmother. Based on her, I’m guessing she’s in her 40s or 50s. She was born in 1895, on this very farm. Can anyone give me any idea of the age of the photo? There are 2 cars behind her. There’s no date on the photo and only my dad is living, but he has no idea.
When you’re starving and have a magic blue box, but you sprinkle it with tajin so you can be a little bit bougie. Yes, I sprinkled it several times! 😂😂😂
When you’re forced to participate in competitions at work, do everything possible to NOT win, and still win, this what Amazon brings. This prize is also taxed. #TaxTheRich
PennDOT has jokes, but I’m the only person, around here, that thinks it’s funny. This is on an exit ramp nearby.
She always looks like she’s having an existential crisis, even when she’s lurking at 4:00 am. I sleep with Downton Abbey on the TV, so I had just enough light! 😂
Olive Jean is always perplexed or looking like she’s having an existential crisis!
Olive Jean isn’t a cuddly girl. She sleeps with me but that’s about the only time she snuggles. She’s not one to purr. She doesn’t often make biscuits. I got biscuits and a big rumbly purr. Yes I have a Halloween blanket. I like the blanket. Don’t judge me.
I thought I had a bluebird visit me today, but it turns out it’s an indigo bunting!
Olive Jean has once again decided that my shoes are the enemy. Don’t mind the noise of the shoes. My hubs spilled coffee on the floor and this was also when I discovered it. The floor was mopped and she was mad about the mop. I swear she’s bipolar.
