A lot of you would fold in this situation

I’m finally ready to get excited about the tickets I snagged for @TBLightning vs Avs on Monday. In the 2nd row!!! 🥹😭 Should I make a sign or something? #gobolts

PARAKEETS!!!! I HOPE THERE’S NONE ON THE MENU

It's only 11:30 AM but if my phone rings or dings from somebody I don't know one more time, that person is getting an earful lol

I WANNA ALWAYS FEEL LIKE PART OF THIS 👆WAS ☝️ MI-I-IIIINE 🫨 I WANNA FALL IN LOVE TONIGHT

They had a secret decoration battle and I’m crying 😭😂😂

I feel like I should also say that ~retail therapy~ isn't always THE MOVE, lol. I put the litter box on a payment plan + honestly took like $500 from savings on the rest. But it was a better use of my stash than ice cream and clothes I won't wear or return. So – strategize! ☺️

I also got myself a toaster because I haven't had one in 3 years, somehow. Everything was on sale, and a good deal. I'm extremely frugal and love a sale – something I got from my mom that my dad admired. I'm proud of myself, and feeling a lot better. I still miss my pops though.

Retail therapy, dad style? Each month since then, I've treated myself to something that will make my life easier. That's what dads are for, right? I bought a robot litter box (A+ would buy again), a dash cam, some wool socks, and a cordless vacuum cleaner that empties itself.

This summer, I tried to move on from my crash in January when my car was totaled. My dad always helped me buy cars or would be excited to see what I got and talk about it. Buying this car was particularly painful. But I did it – and I got exactly what I wanted. He'd be thrilled.

When my mom got sick, I was in 4th grade. I was upset, and not doing well in school. Mama drove us far away for ice cream. We ate it in the car, listening to music and chatting with our sweaty, socked feet pressed up to the AC vents. So, ice cream? Nah. I gotta milk allergy now.

Retail therapy. That was my lesson? It felt a little deeper than that. Clothes didn't help. My dad-shaped hole couldn't be filled by clothes or nail polish. I thought about getting a tattoo – but I wouldn't be able to show him and make him roll his eyes, so what's the point?

It was my first "funky" nail polish color (other than pink or red) and I knew I would be able to get away with it – my MOM had just died! Of course I'm allowed to buy teal nail polish. I also knew my mom would have loved that color. Retail therapy.

I was 12 years old when my mom died. Before they loaded up her body to take her to the funeral home, my aunt whisked me and my sister away. We drove to some store in a whole different town, where my aunt said we could buy anything we wanted. I picked a bottle of teal nail polish.

My dad died in March. I've been suffering immensely. In June, I decided I needed to get myself together - but how? ?? It felt so impossible. I tried to think back on what I knew. Use my lessons. I know grief. I'm good at grief. But this ... this has been something very different.

My new apparent super power is my rebuilt wrist can tell when a cold front is coming 🥴

Not me forgetting it’s Halloween and marveling at 3 nuns vaping outside Target.

Y'all. Unc really, truly practiced this shit and took it seriously. And for that,I give him 3.75 out of 4 stars. ⭐⭐⭐💫 He remembered all the words! He stayed calm! He didn't yell or adlib wildly not one time! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 Good job, Uncle Flav. You did that shit. I respect it.

And also, when they call it “the 4”!!!! Nobody calls it the 4, and if you do, somebody will definitely call you out. I’m watching Pain Hustlers on Netflix and it’s got a prominent depiction of Lakeland.