I bought a reusable tote for like $3 in the section at the front of Target where they stick all the cheap stuff. It looks like it’s made of woven burlap. It says “Going to Market” on the sides. It’s shorter than the standard reusable tote, but a reasonable width.
I bought it on a whim and thought it would sit in my trunk after I forgot about it. I use it all the time, and I’ve gotten a ton of compliments on it at checkouts of various stores.
Fun fact: it’s very rare for possums to have rabies! Their body temp is too low for the rabies to live.
I still enjoyed your musical parody. :)
The movie Castaway. This gif is sped up, which is making it more comedic looking then it was intended.
This is not how you spell tequila or ethanol.
My job here is done. Spellmaster away! flies off
The number of people who are “knitting” in a movie or on TV…maybe 40% of them are actually doing it, and that’s a high estimate (shout out to Miss Marple!). The rest appear to be wrapping yarn around one of the needles and then moving it vigorously, lol.
That’s not how you spell lettuce.
This is what I’ve said since I learned of this experiment. I’m only waiting for the second marshmallow if BOTH of the following statements are true:
I want two marshmallows.
I trust the adult to keep his word.
Maybe if he came straight at it, his people would object. If he was going to do that, it probably would’ve been after the assassination attempt. So it feels highly unlikely. But he’s got some options.
Option 1: “Folks, we need you to donate your guns to the police. They’re so underfunded/under attack, they need as much help as they can get.” And I bet a lot of people would do it. Now, would it be ALL the guns they own? Probably not. But they’d be giving them up voluntarily.
Option 2: He targets a specific group that conservatives hate, and claims he’ll only take guns from them. “We’re only going to take the guns from the ____________ (illegals/terrorists/minorities/atheists/jews/liberals), not you good folks.” The cops proceed to confiscate (steal) them from anyone they happen across, including people who voted for Trump.
I agree, but how do I find that special doctor? My bf’s insurance is shit. Every visit to a new doctor costs at least $200. We can’t just trial and error this until we find a good one. He’s likely to run out of money first.
This is why I posted. In hopes of getting some direction toward that doctor without a lot of money going down the drain.
Nope. Yawns are only covered if at work, or somewhere with a fancy dress code. Definitely not when alone.
Stone is a common British weight measuring unit, and this is a bbc article, so… That’s why that happened.
Wilford* Brimley. But I still enjoyed your joke. :)
I use “Huzzah” on the regs. It starts ironically, and then before you know it, it’s in your lexicon.
I wandered in here from all, so I’m afraid I don’t know anything about baseball.
But I’m pretty sure QT is for QuikTrip, a convenience store found in some regions of the US (mostly Midwest and South I think).
Nah, I don’t think Office Space had a “Jim” character. My bet would be The Office TV show, American version.
Ooh, I’ll play! I’m 40 years old. I write checks every month to pay my rent, which has to be delivered to their office either by snail mail or in person (no online payment option).
The last time I saw a dedicated fax machine was my retail job in 2008.
The last time I used a deposit slip was three years ago when I deposited a gallon bag of change in person with a bank teller.
Yes, and well before that too. It meant an unmarried adult woman over the age of _____. (Here is where the discrepancy lies.) It was always true for an elderly woman. But could sometimes be applied all the way down to age 30, especially if you go far enough back that you were expected to be married in your 20s. (And if you weren’t, there must be something wrong with you.)
Ironically, the algorithm pushing adhd content to my boyfriend is what made him actually realize that that’s what he probably has. He just thought everyone felt the way he always has, but were better at handling their life than he was. (There might be a serious low self-esteem problem mixed in there too.)
This is almost the story of my boyfriend’s childhood.
“My son don’t need any drugs!”
Now he’s over 40 and finally putting all the pieces together. But not before going tens of thousands of dollars into debt, which is forcing him to keep a job he hates so that he can pay rent. Have I mentioned the daily panic attacks and constant stress on his body?
But he still hasn’t seen anyone to get a proper diagnosis because “I am barely making it right now, but seeing someone is something I can’t handle right now. Seeing someone might make it worse, and I’ll just go further into debt.”
So here we are. Quickly dying, and not fixing it.
I’m honored!