Baskets have literally saved my relationship.
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Right. It just literally didn’t cross their minds.
Mine “cleaned the bedroom” once while I was gone. He threw the comforter the wrong way on the bed and took everything on the floor and lined it up against the wall. Not in the hamper. Not in the washing machine. Not in a drawer. Lined up against the wall.
Mine is “one of the good ones,” too. In so so many ways. Even so, I’ll be doing deep-cleanings (walking back and forth in front of him with sponges and spray bottles and bleach) and he does. not. notice.
I was at a wedding recently where the 3-year-old ring-bearer was with his dad (a groomsman) and the other groomspeople all day. The kid’s mom was a bridesmaid and was with the bride.
This is the only review I need. Thank you.
And when Trump poutingly says, “Lots of things,” and Merkel smiles and says graciously, “It was very good, thank you ... a wonderful opportunity...”
It’s the best feeling in the world to have an animal to protect you.
Yes. And, when I am sick, bay leaves make all the difference in my mom’s go-to chicken broth recipe. When I moved away from home, I tried making it without the bay leaves, and it *just wasn’t the same.*
Exactly. I love the local and non-chain aspect, but none of that is stuff I want at the airport.
Maybe I fly out of Austin so much, I’m just sick of it?
Did you eat lunch at Austin Bergstrom? I feel you. It has the WORST food options and also smells like a car after someone left breakfast tacos in it on a hot day.
We did something VERY similar with my two wonderful history teachers in elementary school.
Why were you casually eating tacos with a white supremacist?
Precisely. These morons are just shocked that “reasonable [white] folk” also happen to see them as a danger to society. I think they were probably fine with Jordan Davis getting shot for blaring rap music because, you know, that’s actually “scary.” THEY, meanwhile, were just joking around and having some fun.
Commented on this above, but my family friend dated a white-power guy. And, in this case, such a name name would be deemed “Spanish,” as in white conquerors from Spain. This is also the explanation I got when I asked my friend’s boyfriend how in the fuck he could justify eating tacos. Tacos are “Spanish,” obvi.
Having interacted with white supremacists more than I’d like (a childhood friend dated one), they would call this a “Spanish” name, and “Spanish people are white Europeans.”
Right. I’ve had a few conversations with men in which they express confusion about what they’re “allowed” to do in the work place, express frustration that there are no “clear” rules, and express anger that they were accused of being inappropriate when “gosh, who knows what the rules ARE in the first place?”
GAHD. DAAAAAAaaaAAAAD. STOP. OMG.