
There’s definitely a big participatory part of it. I see ‘the kids’ at work do these dances and other things I’m too old to understand, and it seems that’s the big draw. Doing the thing, showing off you doing the thing, being part of the thing.
There’s definitely a big participatory part of it. I see ‘the kids’ at work do these dances and other things I’m too old to understand, and it seems that’s the big draw. Doing the thing, showing off you doing the thing, being part of the thing.
hah, kitchen storage is pretty benign in the world of internet ads. I’ll take it over the weird sleeping mouth tape and the endless fertility treatments because obviously since I’m over 30 and don’t endless post about being a mom, I’m barren.
and of course now I’m getting endless ads for kitchen storage
Yeah, the prices on some of these things were WILD. There was one for $110 that I didn’t even bother clicking on. The thumbnail made it look like it was barely holding on.
Try overstock, they’ve got weird shit. Or, look for kitchen storage on etsy and someone probably has done this. It’s like a two tiered spice rack with a goiter.
A good vacuum is such a joy. My mom bought me this ridiculously expensive, crazy good vacuum when I moved into my first place and it’s practically a prized possession.
She got her dog back? I was hoping even if no other punishment stuck, she’d at least have lost her dog.
Yeah, I’m surprised how ‘easy’ it was once I spoke to the hospital directly. I had to fill out some forms with a lot of information, but it wasn’t the run around I’m sure it would be with insurance.
I also got slapped with a ridiculous medical transport bill a few months after my husband died. It got forgiven after I fought it. Other bills I got were more readily forgiven by the hospitals, who do indeed seem to go ‘well, you filled out the paperwork, your person died, we won’t charge you’.
There will be a bill. Depending on insurance etc etc, it could be the max amount of their insurance amount in a year, or it could be some insane number.
Some of us just have shitty teeth, no matter what we do. I take pristine care of my teeth. I’ve had three teeth just fall out of my mouth. Just straight out fall the fuck out. Two happened when I was in college, and one was last christmas.
Same. I’ve completely run out of creativity, any ideas. I’m ok eating carrots and spinach dip for the forseeable future.
Messiest in the physical sense.
I got mine on Etsy. But same basic thing.
When boyfriend and I were looking at a place to move, he talked to his dad one day about it. He asked how many rooms we were looking for— ideally three. A bedroom, a guest room, an office for him to WFH.
bhahahaha. Whoops! But they have they giant mega colon!