I lose socks faster than sanity on laundry day—but my art supplies? They breed. Somewhere, a paintbrush is laughing.

Welcome to my chaotic corner of the internet—where glitter is evil, ice machines melt under pressure, and the squirrels at my mountain place act like they’ve been double-fisting espresso shots. If you came here for calm, bless your heart—you’re as lost as a cat in a dog park on a rainy day, drenched, defiant, and pretending it was all part of the plan..