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Basically the title is the whole story. We had ants, like, a LOT of ants, in our master bathroom. Which, it turns out, was kind of my fault because I wash my face with manuka honey and ants just can’t get enough honey and I basically begged them to enter our house by keeping my honey by the shower. So, after more or less inviting the ants in, I was mad that they were here and so we sprayed the crap out of the bathroom and now they are all dead and I feel oddly guilty about it. They weren’t biting ants and really they weren’t hurting anything but I killed the lot of them because I don’t want bugs in our house. I just feel like I did something mean and wrong. But also, I’m relieved because no more bugs in our bathroom. A lot of mixed emotions y’all.

Two amazing women I know are conducting research on miscarriage and they way that husbands and wives communicate after that loss. I think this research is crazy important and finding ways to support people dealing with miscarriage is something that is near and dear to my heart. This is something that matters.

As part of the data collection, they are conducting a survey and those details are below. If this applies to you, please consider taking the time to complete it. There is an Amazon gift card at the end of it for you and the knowledge that you’re contributing to something that could help other couples dealing with miscarriage.

Drs. Haley Horstman (University of Missouri) and Amanda Holman (University of Nebraska-Lincoln) are conducting a survey study on the ways couples communicate about miscarriage. If a) you and your spouse has experienced a miscarriage (with your current spouse) within the last ten years, b) you are at least 18 years old and c) are in a heterosexual, married relationship, and d) your spouse is also willing to participate, consider completing our online survey. It will take about 40 minutes, and each couple can receive a $20 Amazon gift card for their time.

Survey link:, or contact with any questions.

So, we are officially moved into our house in Lincoln. It was hard and I cried a lot because Texas Forever, but I am sure I’m going to like it here. So, here are things I’ve learned about life in Lincoln thus far.

1. Honest Abe’s. EAT AT THIS PLACE. The burgers are INSANE. Also, parmesan truffle fries. Basically, all of the NOMS.

2. There are not enough stop signs. Like, there are many places it should be a four-way stop but there are no stop signs. None. I find this concerning.

3. We have a pet squirrel. Sort of. There is a squirrel called Sam that is missing half a tail that will eat out of your hand. I also suspect this squirrel to be sort of psychic or like telepathic. Sam is wiser than you would expect a squirrel to be. I wonder if she used to work for Cinderella or Snow White? Sam seems like a squirrel who would totally dress a princess and help her clean up her house.

4. The staff at Whole Foods in Lincoln is SUPER nice. Like, the friendliest Whole Foods employees I have ever interacted with.

That’s it. That’s all I’ve got right now, but I’ll keep y’all updated on life in Lincoln.

It’s not goodbye, it’s see you soon. Texas Forever.

We move to Nebraska on Tuesday. So, I guess my thought is this: Texas, I don’t know how to quit you.

I’ve been thinking a lot about who I am and what type of legacy I might leave behind someday. And, I’ve decided that when I’m gone, I hope that if people say one thing about me, it’s that I knew more than anyone else when it came to artisanal pickles.

Just kidding, I don’t know anything about artisanal pickles other than nom nom nom. I hope that if people say one thing about me, it’s that I was kind.

I want to be kinder than I am funny. Kinder than I am intelligent. Kinder than I am pretty. I want to be kinder every day than I was the day before. That’s what I hope people say about me when I’m gone.

How about you?

Once again, I have managed to baffle the crap out of myself by looking through my blog drafts. There are hundreds of blog drafts and each time I open one, it’s like jumping through the looking glass and finding myself in a labyrinth that is equal parts Hogwarts, Narnia, and Middle Earth. But like, if all of those places has been horribly mangled in a Nurti-Ninja and then laid out to dry on the surface of the sun.

I only had the courage to open one draft and it was titled “The adventures of and Walter”. Who the hell is Walter? I don’t know who Walter is. Walter is a complete stranger to me and this has led me to believe that Walter was a once imaginary friend that I have eternal sunshine-d out of my memory. What did you do to me imaginary friend Walter that was so bad that I had to erase you from my memory? Did you eat the last breakfast taco? I bet it was that.

And now Captain Thoughtful has reminded me that “Walter” was what I named a My Little Pony that I was going to carry around with me and take pictures with, but never actually did.

I’m not sure which scenario is worse to be honest.

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