Some disturbing facts to start your New Year off right, or more likely… wrong.

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You may thank me or curse me for sharing these tidbits. Only time will tell.

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Damn. My husband is bored with retirement… but if he starts eyeing the fleshy part of my upper arm and licking his lips? I’m outta here.

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It’s bad enough everyone else is talking behind my back on Facebook, but now the robots are doing it in their own language? Geesh.

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There’s a bit of trivia you can use to impress your lumberjack friends.

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No. Thank. You!

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Vampire butterflies.

You heard it here first.

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Out with the old, in with the why did we need new?

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As reported, I was gifted with kitchen appliances this Christmas.

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Though we didn’t need new…

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These perfectly functioning (not really) old machines are now destined for donation.

Though I’ve repeatedly (you’d think 38 years of repetition would be enough) told my husband appliances are not a desired gift, I receive them on a regular basis.

And because my spouse loves to buy overpriced gadgets that savvy saleswomen tell him will change our lives…. this year there was a deluxe Breville microwave with self closing door. ( That I keep slamming shut out of habit and will probably break.)

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I never cook in a microwave, just reheat… so this was a tad over the top.

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But won’t that shiny stainless steel interior be fun to keep clean?

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And then?

There was the toaster to end all toasters.

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We be fancy now.

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