In the mixed world of good for keeping people from going places, bad for my sanity--it’s been cold and rainy all but about 6 days of the last two months. The dog and I cannot with it.
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We’re snapping at each other a bit more, but it’s minor and easily apologized for. We’re also very lucky in that we seem to be taking turns having our meltdowns—one person has a horrible downward spiral and the other talks them through; then switch.
It’s fine. It’s a small space and he’s working at the table in the split dining room/living room situation and is on the phone a lot. It at times gets annoying because there’s constant noise, which I struggle with. I’ve been snippy because I feel like a glorified maid at times (somewhat brought upon myself) and he…
The grapefruit thing pervaded well into my 90s childhood, and we had grapefruit practically every weekend breakfast. Grapefruit spoons were an integral part of this weird tradition.
And anything that some how avoided the over processed, canned and preservative-laden horror was cooked or jellied within an inch of its life so that it barely resembled its original form, let alone had anything to do with its original taste.
I really haven’t the foggiest idea. I’m familiar enough with the finances of one family with three kids and both parents working. It wasn’t a save for both, it was an either or-college OR retirement. Essentially they don’t have college savings for their kids. They’re just hoping that each kid gets enough financial aid…
I was always sort of on the fence about kids, but the nail in that particular coffin came when I finally landed my desired job after a decade of schooling/intern/paid in sunsets work to get there. And I realized that if I had a kid and ever see it, or be there in a way I would want to parent, I would have to leave my…
Also, you gotta sit around with the reed in your mouth for a while. Which someone probably finds sexy? But it’s not.
I thought maybe because I’d read some really well written sex lately, that made me think this was so bad.
I’m pretty sure my hatred of crowds stems from my family’s trip to disney world. I got my ankles run down by more people in scooters that I thought would be possible in a three day trip.
People, as a whole, are absolutely rubbishly useless. The people who plan appear to be the minority. Everyone else seems to just jump on a plane or in a store or in another country and just assumes that everything they want to do will be available to them any time of the day without issue, simply because they are…
No. There are too many people in that place to begin with. My job is just giant crowds of people and that is only tolerable because I have some small modicum of control over them, and the idea of returning to them is terrifying. Because no one is going to wear a mask and they’re gonna be crabby.
I actually asked my grief social worker whether people with dogs/pets did better than people without pets, and she said generally yes. Since they require a focus of responsibility, but unlike children aren’t carrying acute grief of their own (thought animals grieve). Gotta get out of bed and out the dog, gotta get up…
CATS and the surrounding press and reviews are the only thing that got me through busy holiday time at work. Between the 25 Days of Cats and then the spectacular reviews of the movie. It got bad enough that I accidentally made a CATS joke on a tour at work.
The only place I’ve encountered them recently is airports. Dude cannot pass them up, and I had to have to build in Auntie Anne’s time into our travel schedules.
My JCPenney’s actually had reasonably trendy clothing for teenagers! I remember having to be creative with it, but it was better than the only other options available to teenage me: Limited Too and Ambercrombie, where I’m fairly certain that even my 100lb 15 year old self was too large to fit in to.
I grew up on clothing from Penney’s because it was durable enough to last through kid activities, but also cheap enough to well, be grown out of in a a split second. My mom would let my sister and I rummage through the racks and knew she wouldn’t be horrified by what came back. They even had good reasonably…
I think she believed that Meghan was only doing this so she could be in front of the camera and not because she at all cared about her child, because if she did, she’d be the one filming and Harry would be the one reading, because that would be maternal?
She was at least ‘on trend’ for the most part in the 80s, and once they were divorced she pushed the envelope at least some.