I’m honest when people ask me which church I go to - I’m an atheist, so none?

I’m honest when people ask me which church I go to - I’m an atheist, so none?

I had almost the exact opposite happen to me when I moved to Virginia. The first school event - some kind of picnic or something - the moms were verrry interested to know what development I lived in (there’s big developments in this area, and people say “I live in Heron Bend” or whatever).

The husband was diagnosed with Type II a few years back. He was in between jobs at the time (for a miserable 16 months). He cut severely back on all sugars and carbs (minimal amounts of “good” ones), and we walked 6-8 miles every.single.day. He literally reversed his Type II, as in he had good blood sugar numbers…

Going on 46 here in a few days. Can attest to “losing weight is harder after 40". I used to snowboard every weekend in the wintertime (derp), and my meals on weekends would consist of Sno-Balls, Rockstar energy drinks, whatever high calorie garbage was on tap at the local restaurant (fettucine alfredo, burger &…

I’m not sure how well I’d fare walking from DC to Manassas in 20 degree temps. There’s always an adventure to be had! :-/

*waves from DC*. I feel your pain. Never fucking again. Uber it is, for now /sips tea/

No shit. At this point, I can either hope a cab will come in an hour, or maybe two, or maybe never because when I need an Uber, I’m shitfuck drinking, wearing questionable clothing, and in no mood to stand on a street corner. That or the inevitable coin flip of which one of us gets to be the DD.

As well as the flip side, The Regulators. The book I bought had both in one both, you literally flipped it over. Tak-ah-la!

I’ve read literally all of his books, some several times.

MisterDisco has a leather trench coat from the 90s. I wear it to fetish events so I don’t freak out the Uber driver with my outfit. It definitely garners some double-takes.

My MIL was instructional in upping my Hochschule Deutsch to a little more conversational level. Instead of saying “Wir sind um das Haus gehen” or whatever, because I was cobbling it together, it was “Wir gehen um das Haus” instead. In school, they taught us to put the verb at the end, but she dismissed it as “old…

My point exactly. And there’s no rhyme or reason to masculine, feminine, or neuter. Die Katze, Der Hund, Das Haus!

In German class, we used to singsong der/die/das/die/den/die, over and over.

And when he is fact-checked and the media comes up with a provable lie, his supporters scream FAKE NEWS over and over.

Your ten year old, my eight year old. It’s appalling, isn’t it?

And that’s just it. There’s so much cray flying around that unless something really major happens, we’re all just like “Huh, more idiocy coming from DC.” And I say that as a resident of the greater DC area.

For some folks, nothing is more painful than admitting you were wrong, and they will go to some extreme lengths to avoid just that.

His voters are a bunch of brain dead numb nuts who couldn’t pour water out of a boot if the instructions were written on the heel.

Living just outside of DC, I’m equally as fucked. High as a kite and hopefully dead quick.