I did the same to my roomie! *high five*
I did the same to my roomie! *high five*
The funny thing is that they live a plane ride away, and I’m like, “Help with WHAT???”
My husband was shocked (shocked!) too when he found out how much daycare costs. “But they’re just babies! They don’t need that much care! Like, they don’t even move. They just sleep.” Oi, another issue we have to address if he is to become a father.
Oh GAWD my in-laws bought an insanely big house back in ‘81 for what it would cost us to get a studio condo in our city today. I just *love* it when they ask us if we’re looking at getting a bigger place.
Without fail, it’s always, “Well all kinds of people make it work. Poorer people than you have kids. And we can help.”
Exactly. Having a kid (and paying for childcare because our health insurance is through my job and we still need my husband’s income,so we both need to work) would take us from “Earning enough to own a small home, put money away for the future, and go on a carefully-budgeted vacation every year” to living basically…
Ya know ... I never had any suspicions about my hamster’s longevity until now. Will be asking my parents about it, but thanks in advance for possibly ruining my childhood memories of Teddybear.
It’s amazing how they just *know.* My friend’s toddler was being a total dick at a party, and I could tell my friend was thinking about how much he’d go for on the black market. And the kid stops grinding chips into the carpet, throws his arms around his dad, looks him in they eye, and gives him a kiss.
This is like that one time my friend left her douchey boyfriend, and he wrote her a letter explaining himself, and she was like, “Wow, even when he’s trying to be nice, he comes across as a huge ass. He, like, can’t even help himself.”
Based on most of the posts here, it seems one is “supposed” to lather up Irish Spring on one’s legs to count as “washing.”
So ... Dove isn’t actually soap and doesn’t actually clean things:
Do you frequently eat meals off your legs?
I wash my feet and regularly exfoliate them. I do martial arts, so I scrub those puppies DOWN every day to get the stank of the sweaty (and often bloody) mats off of them.
I believe the only detail reported was that he was “disabled.”
My Midwestern mother was using bag balm “before it was cool.” I grew up in WI, where chapped, wind-hardened skin was a constant reality. So my mom would rub bag balm on our hands every day.
Dude. I went on spring break with some Mormons once. The entire trip consisted of me saying, “Um... I thought Mormons weren’t allowed do do that” and them just shrugging.
The first time someone fed me Imo’s pizza in Missouri, I thought they were pranking me. They were not.
I feel like this is one of those trends that if you are a put together put together, hip person with a cool haircut, you would look amazing, regardless of size or shape. However, if you always look like you’re barely holding it together (like me) you would look stupid.
I can afford to leave though.
Yep. I know plenty of Hindus who eat beef and Muslims who drink. And Plenty of both who don’t follow the day-to-day requirements of their religion. It’s part of their history and identity, but, as you said, people cherry-pick.