Well hey y’all. It’s been a hot minute since I sat down and spilled my thoughts onto the blog like sweet tea on a Sunday dress. Life lately has been a wild ride—equal parts exhaustion, glitter, nacho cheese, and a little bit of healing in between.
🎃 Creativity at 10:30AM… Literally
Let’s start with the fact that I stayed up until 10:30 this morning working on Halloween graphics. Yep, you read that right. Full-blown, wide-eyed, no-sleep design bender. I’ve been putting together our adorable Halloween collections—ghosts, potions, pumpkins, the works. I’ll share photos from each little set below and y’all can help me name them (because clearly I’ve traded sleep for sparkles at this point).
Ghoul Gags & Sass
Sweet Spirits
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Not Your Basic Ghoul
Meanwhile… in the Livable Forest, His Royal Floofiness has lost his natural-born mind. There’s an abandoned home next to ours, and the workers left a gaping hole in the fence. Lincoln has decided this is now his personal portal to freedom because apparently, pooping in his own yard is beneath him. 🙄
Now, this would be just a sassy dog story, but we’re talking about Texas. There are snakes, critters, and actual BUZZARDS that swoop down and snatch small dogs like it’s a drive-thru. So yes—he’s in timeout. Repeatedly. Does he care? Absolutely not. Lincoln has zero remorse and maximum floof-powered rebellion.
👨👩👧👦 Family & The Bittersweet Joy of Reconnection
This week is extra special because I’m about to see my big brother—for the first time in eight years. I’m full of emotions just thinking about it. We’re also going to visit my Aunt Wanda, who I haven’t seen since 2013. She’s currently in a supervised home, battling cancer. I don’t know the full story yet, but I know this visit will matter. She’s always been one of the kindest, gentlest souls in my life.
These moments of reconnection hit different now. I guess because I’m hitting a season of life where you realize what really matters… and who really mattered all along.
❤️ Heart Monitors & Heavy Memories
Now for the truth bomb: my health hasn’t been great the last few days.. I’ve been dealing with chest pain, arm numbness, and I’m still wearing that heart monitor for a few more days.
Maybe that’s why I’ve been reminiscing more than usual. Not in a sad way… just softer. More reflective. The people, the places, the ridiculous moments from the ‘80s. It’s all flooding back.
🏈 Dreams, Crushes & Courageous Hellos
And then came the dream. A full-blown, random, hilarious dream about an old high school crush. Not in a dramatic way—but enough to make me wake up laughing and say, “Really, Lord? HIM?” 😂
He was a preacher’s kid and a star football player, and I decided to do something bold. I sent him a quick message. Nothing crazy—just a kind hello. A nod to those sweet, awkward, unforgettable days. I don’t know why, but it felt right.
Sometimes you just need to let people know you’re thinking of them. That they mattered. That you still smile when their name pops up in your dreams.
🤐 Facebook Shade: Let’s Talk About It
Okay… now that I’ve gotten soft on y’all, let me switch gears for a sec. Can we PLEASE talk about the passive-aggressive nonsense on Facebook?
You know exactly what I mean—the cryptic statuses, the meme-shaming, the "some people need to learn..." posts that are CLEARLY aimed at someone but never actually say who. 😬
It’s giving high school hallway with WiFi. If someone hurts you or there’s an issue, say it. Talk to them. Text them. Sit with them. Don’t post a bitter quote and hope they magically get the message.
I’ve probably done it myself without meaning to, and if I have—Lord forgive me and y’all too. But here’s how I feel about it now:
“If the shoe fits, maybe don’t post about it on Facebook. Just wear it and call the person you’re mad at.” 👠📞
Mature communication is a vibe.
Final Thoughts from the Night Shift Queen
It’s 4:41 in the blessed AM, and I’m officially powering down. Lord Salvatore is brooding handsomely on my screen, His Royal Highness Floofaloof is burrowed under the cooling blanket like a little crescent roll of attitude, and I’m finally crawling into bed for a few hours of rest before sunrise and sweet reunion with my brother.
But before I drift off, I want to leave you with this:
To the family we miss but haven’t spoken to in too long…
To the friends we still carry in our hearts even if time and life have stretched the silence…
To those navigating deep grief, hidden illness, unspoken trauma, or silent heartbreak…
And yes—even to those who post their pain in quotes and memes instead of real conversation (with love, and grace, and a little mirror held up gently)...
This prayer is for you.
Lord, wrap your arms around every weary heart tonight. For the ones who are too hurt to reach out, too proud to say what’s wrong, or too afraid to be honest—cover them in your mercy. Heal the spaces where distance has taken root, and soften the places where silence feels safer than truth. Restore what’s been broken, renew what’s been bruised, and remind us all that no relationship is beyond your reach. Amen.
Rest easy, friends.
We’ll try again tomorrow—with grace in one hand, glitter in the other, and maybe just a little less passive-aggressive posting. (Lord help us all. 🙃)
With love & floof,
Mags & Lincoln
(a.k.a. His Royal Floofness) 🐾👑💤
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