Menopause & Mischief · The Soft Side of Sass

A Brief Intermission (Featuring Boxes, Bad Algorithms, and Blessed Silence)

If you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, allow me to assure you:
I did not fall in love, run away to Scotland, or get abducted by a man with a fish photo and unearned confidence.

I moved.

Which means my life recently consisted of cardboard boxes, donation piles, sore muscles, and that specific kind of exhaustion where even your thoughts need a nap.

Illustrated, Disney-style scene of a smiling woman with light gray hair and green eyes standing among moving boxes in a cozy, sunlit room. She wears casual clothes and looks calm and confident despite the chaos. A tan Chihuahua stands alert at her feet, and a white Corgi lounges nearby like a cat. The scene conveys humor, resilience, and a lighthearted take on moving and fresh starts.
Proof that fresh starts don’t have to be perfect to be meaningful. 🏡✨

But there’s another reason for the quiet.
I stopped looking at the apps.
Not dramatically.
Not with my own personal declaration of independence.
I just… didn’t open them.

And friends, let me tell you something shocking:
Nothing bad happened.
No missed soulmate notifications.
No algorithm-induced heartbreak.
No urgent need to evaluate a man’s relationship with punctuation, hats, or freshwater bass.

Illustrated three-panel graphic titled “Meanwhile, on Dating Apps.” The left panel shows a shirtless, muscular older man taking a mirror selfie in a bathroom. The center panel shows a smiling man outdoors holding a large fish while wearing sunglasses and a camouflage shirt. The right panel shows a man in a sleeveless tank top taking a serious mirror selfie indoors. The image humorously represents common dating-app photo stereotypes.
Abs fade. Fish rot. Bathroom selfies are forever.

Instead, I unpacked.
I breathed.
I laughed at things that didn’t involve a dating profile promising “hot fun” like it was a Groupon.

And when I did peek back in recently?
Oh, my stars and garters.

The apps were exactly as I left them.

Still confidently delivering men who:
✅️Think “chemistry” is something you spray on
✅️Believe three-word profiles count as a personality
✅️Are one midnight message away from a public safety announcement
✅️Look like they accidentally photo-bombed a picture of their bathroom sinks

Meanwhile, the ads have escalated. 🙄
Everywhere I look is a suspiciously ripped silver fox who absolutely does not exist, staring into the camera like an AI Romeo.

Well, maybe like Romeo’s AI grandpa.

At some point I had to ask myself:
Is this dating… or performance art? 🤔

So consider this post a reset.
No pressure.
No promises.
No pretending I’ve been “actively looking” when I’ve actually been actively choosing peace, furniture placement, and sleep.

Menopause & Malarkey isn’t going anywhere.
Red Flag Friday will return.
Mischief Monday is stretching and hydrating.

I’m still here.
Still observant.
Still amused.
Just a little more unpacked — literally and figuratively.

Carry on. 😌🔥

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