Only once we find the bloody, ragged Lulumons in the snow...
Only once we find the bloody, ragged Lulumons in the snow...
Man, you know these reindeer are shitting everywhere.
Hothead Pisan’s Chicken calls that the Bass Fiddle.
Only screamed aloud while throwing his sippy cup.
Two of them bailed. I assume Mel’s prenup blows. Plus, her whole family is over here now and I assume he regularly threatens to deport them.
Man, that “WHYYYY?” made me laugh so hard I had to redo my eyeliner.
Worked for Hoovervilles.
Chicken and dumplings! It’s actually chilly here tonight so it turned out to be a great choice.
Or is it...A TRAP?
I would LOVE to see Amazon or Netflix do the the Attic books. Real top of the line casting and histrionics everywhere.
Who’s a good big boy mythical creature? YOU IS!
I’d say really work with your therapist on your anxiety. Your levels are going up as you start trying on your new self (even though it’s a change you want) and that can blunt the pleasure you expected to feel.
Mmmm. Eddie; would do.
Since it’s a new season, talk with your doc or physiologist about switching up your exercise routine, and add at least three new dishes to your rotation of meals. That way it’s not all “cutting out everything I love” but trying new things and building instead of deprivation.
The flu is a BEAST. Many people underestimate how brutal it can be and how much recovery time is needed. DON’T push yourself or you’ll relapse! Take as many days or even weeks as you need to really shake it.
Remember, a LOT of that bad head space is the actual flu virus wreaking havoc with your systems. You aren’t weak and whiny, you’re sick!
But at the same time, I don’t know if he’s having regrets,or if he just wants to keep me on the back burner in case he can’t find better, or if he thinks that not only should he get to dictate the terms of his relationships (me or others), he should get to dictate how people process the endings.