BRUTAL.
BRUTAL.
Seriously, with the kind of humidity we have as a normal feature of summer, even temps in the eighties feel miserable.
The first thing I do when I wake up is pee, because that’s just how my body works. Even as it flows, I’m opening a news app on my phone juuuust in case of any pleasant surprises. :)
I just got a ‘15 Pop a couple of months ago, and I can’t believe how roomy it feels inside compared to its exterior. It’s almost Tardis-like... in front, at least. I wouldn’t want to ride in that back seat.
I think I pissed off a few people at work... Several of them felt the need on Wednesday to brightly chirp, “So, what are you guys doing to celebrate the Fourth?” I could have said “Nothing, man, just staying at home,” but instead I told the whole truth— that there’s no way in hell I’m about to celebrate this country…
I dread this time of year. My poor Sasha is terrified of fireworks, thunder, gunfire, any kind of loud noise. We have to give her Xanax on the 4th, then spend the whole evening cuddling her with the tv up loud. It’s really rough for her.
You might call it stuffing.
I have (white) cousins who put raisins in the dressing at Thanksgiving and Christmas. It’s so disappointing! Dressing is one of my top three favorite foods in the world, but I can’t touch that stuff.
Man, I’m a childfree 40-year-old, and I use this technique myself. I can’t stand feeling lost in unfamiliar situations, so I do my best to research things before I do them. It genuinely helps.
In my extremely small town in Southern Illinois, it’s fairly common for the police to stop traffic for a funeral procession too. On the day of my grandpa’s funeral, I really appreciated the police blockading the street with lights flashing. It felt like, on that day, Grandpa was the most important person in the world.
The IDEA sounds awesome. The REALITY of driving with no A/C when the temp is in the 90s with 100% humidity.... Well, A/C is the one luxury I just can’t do without.
Okay, I just got a Fiat 500 a couple of months ago and absolutely LOVE it-- but I would gleefully trade it for one of these little beauties. :)
I LOVED these pants back in the day, and I still LOVE them today. There’s no way I can fork out that kind of money for them, though. I’d be just as happy with some cheap knock-offs in the same style!
I can’t watch the video right now because I’m at work— but please rest assured that my pasty-ass, glow-in-the-dark legs are at least CLEAN. I’m still not sure what’s wrong with my fellow pasty people who are happy to remain unwashed.
Have you perhaps been mishearing “rotgut”? That’s an actual term for alcohol that’s harsh and nasty, possibly even toxic.
It’s “cue,” not “queue.” They’re two completely different words.
Illinois is on a roll!
So.... Are you saying that these guys appear only periodically in some places?? Because here in Southern Illinois, they are present in huge numbers on EVERY day of EVERY summer. I just thought that was normal.
Nicely done!
30 minutes from my hometown of Nashville (IL). :)