Erin Fusaro

When friends mention "gc" and your interpretation is garbage collection and not group chat, you've been in technology for too long.

My daughter (7): Did they have couches when you were little? Me: No we sat on rocks...

Given the world we live in I'm not surprised you got 3 nasty emails, but I am endlessly curious what they were thinking when they sent them.

Me: I'll go ride when the heat eventually breaks a little. Weather for the last 2 weeks:

I know I should be grateful for any interview these days but when you've got 50 people on your exec team and they're all white...literally all of them...not a scrap of melanin to be found..it's a big ick. Seriously all 50. Seriously.

Them: Your daughter is so adorable! My daughter: *tucks her skeletons in for a nap* Me: Yes. She is an angel. Maybe the angel of darkness but ..potaytoe potahtoe

Man. This place is so full of ads and weird stuff now I don't even login much anymore. Not that it was a garden of eden to start with but yeesh...

I have two! One is a Zweibrucker mare and one is a Hanoverian gelding.

So creativeeeeee

I am in love with this tiny dog. Her name is Cookie.

How I feel I look on a zoom when my eyelid keeps twitching.

TFW you spend hours on a task and then plug it into ChatGPT-4 and the output is not nearly as good as what you made. PHEW. I guess I have a job still. But wow is it a powerful tool for getting started on literally anything. Real game changer on productivity if you ask me.

Absoooolutely not. My kid my house you have no authority here. Throw the whole person out the door.

Made something akin to yaki udon for dinner. It was delicious but I used a lot of chili so my husband's eyes were sweating. (It was perfect. He's just weak) As I like to say let your ancestors guide your seasoning and if you're a white lady borrow your friends' ancestors.

Me: What do you want for a bedtime snack? 6yo: A tiny ice cream and a biiiig carrot. Me: A....okay then.