Tell me a little more.

Before we jump in, a quick note:

The internet is weird.

One minute you’re watching a raccoon steal cat food. The next minute you’re filling out a survey from a woman who writes from her front porch and occasionally overshares on the internet.

The only reason I’m asking these questions is because I care.

Share as much or as little as you’d like.

I read these. All of them.

And if you leave your mailing address, I’ll send you something through the mail because apparently my response to living in 2026 is acting like it’s still 1997.