I had work outside in the 90 degree heat/humid today. Tried to go get groceries tonight, but got there, saw a line of 30 people to get in, no parking spots, and turned around. I really wanted ice cream.

Here’s a picture of a squirrel eating my friend’s bag to get to the chocolate chip cookies inside.

When my dad was in college and the whole family (five of them, plus the “kids” significant others visiting) would end up back home, their sunday evening thing was to share a pint of ice cream.

My boyfriend and I were talking about sex having and cars (there were two 40 somethings having sex in a car on a tv show) and I was like ‘those people would not comfortable...car sex wasn’t comfortable when I was a teenager but at least I was small and flexible’

Absolutely. I try really hard not to be excessively punitive with the kids who are being little shits because it could be that they are really just assholes, but more likely is they have something going on and someone needs to just settle with them or actually address them like they are a human, and not just a…

My sex life has more or less remained the same numerically, but in way weirder patterns.

Children are still people. If you had a disagreement with an adult, would it be OK to hit them? Or would you try to find another way?

It’s super regional. My job runs the tides of when schools are in session, and some parts of the country  start going back to school early/mid August, but they are done by the end of May.

The royal family’s mask wearing is inconsistent on their instagram. It seems to be that if they are with double digits numbers or humans, or anything health care related—masks.

I was gonna say, somebody rigged that shit, no one wins the claw game.

As much as I hate to be referencing Grey’s Anatomy, there was an episode really early on in the series where Christina has to treat a guy with severe OCD/other neurological issues, and is really bothered by him. He points out that she’s bothered so much by him because they’re essentially two sides of the same coin.…

My mom would take us to the Strawbridge and Clothier restaurant at the beginning and end of the school year. I have absolutely no idea what the adult food looked like (I’m sure it was lovely), but I knew that 6 year old me could get a hot dog, french fries and a pickle, and an ice cream sundae with reeses pieces on it…

They were always the best place to get a dress for an occasion. They seemed sturdier and less ‘here’s some tulle and crepe de chine, we hope you like seafoam’ than say going to Macys or Penneys.

I’m too tired for this. 

The thing is, it actually took me a while to think about what the worst thing was, and this had fallen out of my memory. Work is such a conga line of absolute insanity that by the time one weird thing ends there’s another weird thing happening. The tourist using his socks as toilet paper really stuck out first, but…

Same! I’m so bad about eating food during the day--I frequently won’t get to eating anything until 11am and then it’s like 6 at night and I have 600 or 800 calories left for the day and it’s like ‘well, cheese?!’

ahhhhhhh. oh no.

I think it’s the cream cheese frosting that does it for people, a thing most people just get on carrot cake.

I definitely need to check my oven. It’s a new-to-me oven, so we’re still getting to know each other. I vaguely know where it’s hotspot is, but not quite.

I really want this now.