my 2017 #streamteam february

Have you ever done that super cool adult move where you are asked to do something WAY out of your comfort zone (like light years away) but because it isn’t happening for a long time, you say “yes” and, I guess, assume between then and now your very essence will change so much that by the time the thing you said “yes” to rolls around, you will be perfectly fine with that decision?

YEAH ME NEITHER.

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my 2017 #streamteam january

January is the worst. Name a worse month. You cannot. And don't say September, because I know it is the month where you had to go back to school and the smell when you walk into a Staples is still traumatizing, but my birthday is in September and you may not like being celebrated and being given gifts and hugs and Facebook Pokes and gift cards and gently deflating balloons and gluten free cake perfumed with the smell of freshly blown out candles, but I GODDAMN DO.

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my #streamteam december & my 2016 netflix recap

As I peck this post out, 2016 is pretty much in the bag. Another yeeeear of delightfully avoiding real life to watch Netflix. Except when I watch True Crime documentaries and scare myself so badly I sleep with 89 lamps on at night. 

As my memory is a trash compactor filled with gravy, I love looking back at every #streamteam blog post of 2016 and being reminded of what I deemed freak-out worthy. If I missed something you loved, please let me know. If we're not in this together, 2017 is going to be lame.

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my #streamteam may

Things I love that my 5-year-old kid also loves: nail polish, saying "whatever" under my breath, plain white buttered rice shovelled from plate to mouth like a machine, group hugs, sugar, sleeping, reading, staring at people fighting, polka-dot socks, bubble bath, tickling people but never being tickled back, dinosaurs, birthdays, ice cream, smacking people on the butt and sparkly jewellery.

Oh and NETFLIX.

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my #streamteam april

I endured April. I didn't enjoy it much. I think there were a few Saturdays where I got red-faced tipsy and hugged my friends and husband but otherwise, my plate was FULL of nonsense that kept me apart from my beloved Netflix.

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