No wonder I’m so exhausted!

I keep running across this idea all over the internet, and I seriously don’t get it. I was one of those weirdo kids who could read very early, and I have very clear memories of many books I read. Throughout my childhood (I was born in ‘79), they were DEFINITELY the Berenstain bears. I remember this precisely because…

I’ve used one! I worked in a store in the mid 00s, and we kept one on hand to use whenever our system wasn’t working. OMG when a giant pain in the ass.

It’s not a matter of willingness. I can come up with several hundred dollars a month for rent. I can NOT come up with several thousand for all the costs involved with buying a house which I know nothing about.

Cut the bear some slack! After all, he’s on an ice floe, with nowhere to go, lost in the blinding whiteness of the tundra.

I have to laugh at this! When I moved into my current apartment, there was a vacant lot next door; it had been sitting vacant for quite a few years. A family bought the house on the other side of the empty lot, and they were quite happy with the additional space that was “almost” their own.

Me too! I only have two doors to manage, but there’s also a loooong flight of stairs. I will NOT make two trips. I’d rather make one exhausting trip that I can barely manage.

It was a piece of cake for me in my tiny little town. I drove to the local Community Center on my way to work, and I was in and out in about five minutes. Now I’m wearing my sticker proudly and trying to ignore everyone around me-- I’m in a bad area, totally surrounded by Trump supporters. At least we’re in a state…

I’m partial to the “Truck Fump” ones myself. :)

An asshole at my workplace has adopted the whole thing wholeheartedly. He’s plastered the entire tailgate of his pickup truck with the ENORMOUS words “I am deplorable! Vote Trump!”

Bwaaahhh!

Me too! Panda twin-tub, next to the kitchen sink. :)

Reminds me of My Name is Earl.

Nope. Cute sounds as I briefly hold them in my hands before throwing them back into the water.

Hasn’t anyone ever gone fishing and caught a catfish? They make all kinds of cute talky sounds.

Not cool.

So’d my Grandpa, many years ago. He showed me his scars from getting splashed regularly with the molten metal.

My LIVING ROOM is navy blue. Eat it, world!

I wear mine every single day, as long as the temperature is above freezing. If it’s below that, it must be dry out for me to wear them. LOVE.

Yes yes yes squishyfaces!