For real. I also only have one drawer, and my fridge door doesn’t open all the way.

Oh yeah, they’ll hash/homefry up nice and good. Grated purist hashbrowns just aren’t gonna happen without some culinary tomfoolery.

You can make a perfectly lovely hash with sweet potatoes. Due to the other ingredients involved and the desired text of starch product, sweet potatoes do OK.

Oh my god, someone else with the most ridiculous kitchen ever!

Now, I love me a sweet potato. Don’t get me wrong.

I think I’m the most scared of the first time I come back home and he’s not here. And not in a ‘I’ll just send him a text and see what he’s up to’ sort of way. No more looking at my phone to see if he wants me to pick something up for dinner. No more yelling down the hall to grab something from the bedroom.

We don’t deserve dogs sometimes.

eeeee. Yeah. I think because my job is 90% talking to strangers I really just don’t have the emotional wherewithall the care outside of that. Plus, sitting quietly is one of my favorite activities.

oh man, poor dog. Buster wants to live outside during our heatwaves and wants to go on like two hour walks and I’m like ‘sooo hot, so humid, going to choke’.

He obviously knew I was talking shit about him on the internet, so he peed on the tile in the bathroom and I stepped on it in the middle of the night! But as you say, easy to clean up.

I generally enjoy going about my own existence without having to make idle chit chat with people I don’t know. Quiet time, for me, is lovely. I might talk to you if you have a dog, or a really cool shirt or bag or something, but generally, I just feel people maybe don’t want to be interrupted by me, and vice versa.…

There’s this horrid facebook video about a ballerina and her calorie counting. How she’s ideal at 114lbs, but now she’s 115 and a half. She eats a decent amount of food due to her hours of activity, but the way she presents it like ‘oh, nbd, just obsessively write down and count everything you eat and do so you can…

He’s a stubborn fool and won’t go on them! Like he knows he’s being fooled. He digs under them, rejects them, and pees on the carpet.

I don’t get out of work for heat waves. If it snows more than 13 inches, I get to stay home. And play in the snow.

He won’t go on them! Because he’s a dick. hah. I can plaster the whole house in the them and he’ll find the only piece of rug, or tear them up and pee under them.

We spent some time in Houston Texas for medial treatment this year and the random people just talking to you drove me insannnneee. Every time I got on or off an elevator, someone would comment on SOMETHING. I looked tired, why did I have two coffees, it’s humid out, how long are you here, what do you need, where’s the…

That’s awesome that she’ll take to it. Soooooo much easier.

Chihuahua/Toy fox terrier/dachshund/somethingelse.

aw snuggly baby.

I’ve only done Frankford hall during spring/fall. But I lived in Germany, so glühwein and cozy festivities with it are very familiar to me. I have some glühwein in my kitchen right now!