Wait, is that not what they were referencing? Shit, I didn’t even notice I’d gotten old.
Wait, is that not what they were referencing? Shit, I didn’t even notice I’d gotten old.
We have a three bed two bath house and sometimes I wish we had more room, especially with the animals, but this place is more than enough to take care of already. I would love more land though! I miss the acreage we had when I was a kid. I’d like to be able to ignore the fact I have neighbors, not put my windows…
There was this house down the road from us, a cute little thing that sat on just about an acre of beautiful orange trees. One day about a year ago I drove by and the entire lot had been razed to the ground. It has since been divided into three lots, each with an architecturally-different sprawling house. Worse yet,…
My former boss does this. Her kids are in their 30s. Of course, she seems to think everyone working for her is her child, so that could explain a lot.
There was a woman at my last job I didn’t much care for and with whom I had little to nothing in common. When she found out I also had a child she suddenly started trying to get all buddy-buddy “let’s talk Mom stuff” and uuuuggggghhhhhhh. My kid was a junior in high school, hers was like 4. I’m just trying to get my…
We have one of those too! He’s hilarious. He really does act like an asshole cat. It doesn’t help that he’s grown up around cats his size, I think he has a bit of an identity crisis. The little jerk thinks he’s in charge of the cats and tries to keep them in line.
Same. I’ll get on any coaster in existence, but fuck a Ferris wheel or sky ride.
You can tell what a fan I am of the franchise.
I’d thought I was done with her then, especially after she acted surprised and upset that I wasn’t even willing to throw him a bone. About a year later though she called me up saying she was pregnant again and leaving her abusive alcoholic husband, she apologized and begged me to come to her baby shower to start…
I had a friend like this; only interested when it benefited her. We’d been actual, close friends for years but lost touch due to life crap, so when she started popping back up I was hopeful. Right until I noticed the pattern of our interactions. Her baby showers, her birthdays, her kid’s birthdays, “my roommate needs…
That’s a 50% increase, not double. Still a lot, but not double.
Mine called me shortly after, before the booze and drugs could wear off. He had a bunch of his friends on the line with him, presumably so they could share in the enjoyment of his conquest and be able to back him up later when he said shit like “I talked to her after and she didn’t say it was rape”. Fucking pigdogs.
Gah, that feeling of “just get him away as quickly as I can” with a background of “don’t let him know I’m alone”. *shudder*
So they’ll fit in nicely with the rest of the family!
I really appreciated that one. All of them, but that one so much.
So you’re saying my future grandkids will be archeologists? Awesome!
We’ve got one two years younger and I couldn’t agree more. Awesome little critters, but damn. Sometimes I’ll catch my husband walking through the house muttering “teenagers” over and over to himself until he’s centered enough to re-engage.
Right? Thank you, sir, I was completely unaware that my uncomfortably large bra and the breasts it contains are more conspicuous than those of other students. That certainly hadn’t been on my mind since fourth grade.
My husband wears jeans and casual button-down shirts to his fancy IT job; he’s the best dressed guy in his office. I work for myself from home and I barely bother to get dressed most of the time. I’m a baker, even “real work” clothes for me are just about safety and comfort in the kitchen. We both have 0 gauge plugs…