WTF?! I’ve been lied to my whole life. I just checked and it literally says on the Dove website “The Dove bar isn’t a soap”. - Source: https://www.dove.com/uk/washing-and-bathing/beauty-bar/original-beauty-cream-bar.html in the ‘Perfect for’ section.
Well, ok, but if I get rid of my single serve coffee machine I’m going to need to find another physical manifestation for my crippling loneliness.
I can’t believe the Warriors are ranked this low
Derrick Rose? The guy who was an unrestricted free agent and ended up signing a minimum deal? Yeah, he’s butt.
*looks at bulls roster*
Let’s forget some guys
Lebron only scored 57 on the Wizards last night. Man you really diagnosed this one!
My wife I used to see a couple’s counselor, not because we had any specific issues, more like getting your oil changed as preventive maintenance. Once I asked her what was the most common fight couples had. She said, “Oh, washing the dishes definitely.” So I asked how she solved that and she recommended the timer too.…
Ef that, sounds like a future me problem, and I heard that guy’s a jerk.
My wife constantly says to me ‘Leave the dishes, I ‘ll get them in the morning.’ We all know that to be a lie but if I left them, I’m going to end up doing them as soon as I get home from work and start cooking dinner. So I do them - and the dishes aren’t done until they’re dry and put away. None of this, leave it on…
Now that I work at a job where I leave before dawn, and get home after sunset I have a compromise (no dishwasher). Paper plates, plastic cups, plastic forks, one knife to cut, and grill just about everything. Real dinner plate if you’re making steak.
I’m a single parent, and my “typical” days are pretty fucking packed and insane. On a normal weekday, I wake up at 6 a.m. and have essentially zero free time until I get my kids in bed around 8 p.m. I usually clean at least the kitchen at night before bed, because I hate having to make breakfast and pack lunches in a…
Hmm I could do that or I could leave them in the sink until I think about them again or until the heat death of the universe. Whichever comes first.
Just last night, I had a pounding headache and a weird jerky bit of depression creeping in and just wanted to go to bed at like 8:30 and read until blessed unconsciousness set in. First, though, I decided to pick up the house, and twenty-five or so minutes later the house was clean, my headache was gone, the…
...you start to see your own labors as merely facilitating each next mess, and mess as the natural state of affairs, and tidiness as the weird deviation. That’s not how it’s supposed to be!
I will say this, on the subject of “motivation” - it’s fucking useless. Think whatever you want to think.. just do the thing you’re supposed to whether you want to or not, and you will reap the rewards whether you deceived yourself into wanting to or not. There’s no magic answer, there’s just choosing whether you want…
Eh. I’ll read this later.
Well, alright, but then I’m really going to need to find some other physical manifestation for my crippling depression.