Me as a Trash Panda

Aside from Dolly, my black baby panther that is secretly me reincarnated come back to love me in the most unconditional way and make me emotionally codependent on a 7 pound feline, there's no other animal that gets me more than a raccoon. And that is the last time I will call them that, because we all know they are actually just trash pandas.

Me when skinny people say they don’t diet or exercise



Me trying to decide if I should get a side of cheese dip at Willys


Me the day after I get my highlights and they haven’t leveled out yet


What I wake up to at 6:30 on Saturday mornings from a 4 year old


My husband when I am about to say something like “Snitches get stitches” to the kids to teach them a life lesson about tattle telling


Me when I’ve said something a little too honest to my friend about how her outfit looks and now I feel badly

Me when I’m trying to be culturally sensitive about a topic I know nothing about


Me when at that point I just can’t even anymore


The result of me saying “I’m going to wing it”

Me when I’m left in charge of more than 3 children at 1 time

Me when the doorbell rings and it’s the Thai delivery

Me when I check my bank account balance after I’ve paid all the bills

Me having to be nice to people I don’t like

Me when someone tries to touch my face or hair

Me in every picture where I am forced to smile

Me when I think I've picked up the last toy and come around the corner to see the den has been made a disaster again

Literally just me. All the time.