

Husband owns this house.
Because his parents died.
Only way he’d ever own a home. We both rather they were alive.
Husband owns this house.
Because his parents died.
Only way he’d ever own a home. We both rather they were alive.
Ehhh we use it to hold the actual working TV so it’s not the worst it’s there.
It’ll be a problem for future people!
Yeah, that broken thing is still here.
We can not move out.
It’s now a ‘fixture’
God I love waffles! So so much!
Now I’m hoping that Mongolian house game on Kickstarter actually gets made!
*horse
Fucking phone keyboard
But I can’t ignore branding! Mostly because I love King Arthur flour. It’s extremely good.
I really like their cinnamon roll recipe! And the Cornish pasty recipe!
The AC went on because I’m a baby about the heat.
The kitten does not like the AC unit not one bit.
Which ended weeks of afternoon nap cuddles because instead of sleeping in the bedroom under the covers she’s been sleeping in the living room under the loveseat to hide from the AC units.
Today though, I went to take a nap and said out loud to myself “I sure miss cuddling with a kitten at nap time” and a kitten head popped up at the head of the bed and crawled under the blankets!
Now she’s down by my feet cause that’s further from the AC, but progress! Cuddles again!
Yeah, I’m here thinking my ass in America pre Columbian exchange is not doing well. Maybe if I make it clear somehow I do not want to do anything but help I could…idk, be part of a native tribe and maybe give them a slight help to the upcoming horrors for them?
It’s not going well for anyone.
How to cook? Or even follow a recipe. Not like hard stuff either, a simple casserole recipe or cookie recipe. Not even find a good recipe, that’s actually very hard online these days what with bullshit generators and stuff. I hand you a recipe.
I only got to play a bit of The Secret World (or was it Legends or something?) and it was really fun! I was sad I had found it at the end of life. My memory is bad, so my only real memory was er…I was helping around some Haunted Indian Reservation, and the daughter of the owner was rightfully complaining about people coming in and white knighting (and being male) and we panned over to my character…chinese ass woman standing there. And it acknowledge that! She was like “Guess not all the time though” and it was like!!! Excellent!!!
Here I was getting dehumidifier and dehydrator confused and wondering how running a dehydrator with an AC running was going to be bad. Oops brain.
Sibling has two chores. These chores only need to be done once a week, each.
They consistently forget them in the asshole for telling them no, they still need to do it, just because they ‘forgot’ doesn’t mean they can leave it for next week.
They already changed it to easier chores. So I’m not going to give them something even easier.
Very likely! Even when not high, I use words wrongly! Very very wrongly.
Alternate universe shenanigans. Is how it looks to me. Especially given bene stuff is not limited to women. Or the order. Somehow.
We tried to order pizza on Easter. We then remembered it was Easter, and also all the pizza places are Italian American and pretty catholic so we did not get pizza that day from any place.
We get the shin black ramen when we can, it’s amazing. One time I had leftover brisket, would slice up some of that and have over the shin black. It was amazing.
I’ve seen bacon and eggs fabric, that’s what she’d wear for this trip!
I’m less high now!
I normally use it when talking about miniatures and toy train setups.
“The miniature painted conifers with bits of snow really have the scene verisimilitude”
I could still be very wrong.
Sleep a lot as I made roast chicken then stock yesterday. Be told I’m not allowed to sleep more, get up, go buy weed with sibling, go get groceries sibling forgot, then forget to do at least one other chore, then prepare to make chicken noodle soup on Saturday. Wilt on Sunday?
Every single creature on this list would kick my ass no problem.
Please do not make me have to explain to my mother I lost a fight against a rat.
She’d understand if I lost a fight against a cat though. None of us win against an angry cat.