Dad was a Miller Lite person, so I chose the one closest. His father was an alcoholic, who preferred whiskey.
Dad’s two sons do not drink.
You’re right, I didn’t get it. I did think you might have had a really bad case of autoincorrect.
I just got out of bed. It’s too early in the morning for all of these grammar polls. Right now, I hate all of the options.
Heat’s been on (with caveats) for a while now. Colorado high-altitude(ish) weather is HIGHLY variable in early fall. But for over three weeks, lows have been 50F at the warmest. Highs have been 80 at the highest. So I normally set the heat at 64 or so and set it on, while managing the actual temperature by opening/closing windows at the appropriate time of day. But if it gets cold enough for the heat to come on, it’s there. It’s not been a LOT yet, but it’s come on a few times.
And I covered and tarped the A/C around the same time I set the heat to come on.
This weekend is probably the last time we’ll see highs at 70 or above, so I’ll probably set the heat back up to “winter” average of 67. Especially since we’ll see lows at freezing within the same time frame. Though I recently got a “Lite” Smart Thermostat that I plan to install and experiment with this weekend. My HVAC wiring doesn’t support most options (no power wire) so this one should work with it’s supplementary batteries, which would give me more granular control, but we’ll see.
The snake room oil radiator has been on since the beginning of September though!
You’re right: I didn’t get it.
My expression of chagrin 
I use pasta bowls aka pasta plates for Chinese/Thai take out. Didn’t vote.
Since I grew up on the west coast, but my parents are from the east coast, my dad drank a lot of different beers, so I could have used more that 5 choices. Disappointed Rainier wasn’t included.
When I was young and living in Illinois, Coors was not available in the area. Somehow among the people I hung out with, the idea arose that Coors was some kind of nectar of the gods, the best beer that money could buy. We’d sometimes hear stories of someone returning from a trip out west and bringing back a case of Coors like it was the Golden Fleece. In college I finally got my first taste of Coors. It was … disappointing.
Smokey and the Bandit came out a few years before I was born, and never saw it until I was an adult. When I finally did watch it, I was thinking “Why are they going through all that trouble, just for some Coors?”
The only times I saw my Dad drinking beer was having a red beer while playing cards with my uncles back on the farm. So what brand was in-noted and irrelevant.
As I recall, Coors wasn’t available east of the Mississippi until the eighties (?). I remember my father scoring a six pack of Coors. He, too, was dissapointed.
Catching up a bit:
Since context was provided – characters on TV shows – I didn’t even consider any other answers.
I also thought of Pyle – from Gomer Pyle, USMC. I know he was on Andy Griffith originally, but I don’t recall ever seeing him there.
We went to Idaho, happened to be old enough to drink at the time (back when the drinking age varied state-by-state), and they had Coors there. It seemed to have a mouthfeel and density lacking in the other beers we had tried, probably because it was unpasteurized. It seems like the modern version has been busched into submission. But, we have so many boutique micros everywhere you go, commercial beers are for people who just want to drink pisswater.
@colinfred whooshed me big-time. It’s funny how some grammatical or spelling errors fly right by one’s radar (four out of the five did so, for me).
I’m reminded of how few people catch the error below (unless they’re looking for it, as of course y’all are doing now):
PARIS IN THE
THE SPRINGTIME
Sorry, it was a bit lazy to not add explanatory text, but coming right after markn’s post I thought it was clear, genuinely not trying to confuse anybody.
No need to apologize! Explanatory text would have ruined the (to me) interesting revelation of the phenomenon I noted.
And, it still serves your purpose, because you can’t be “bothered” by something you don’t even notice.
The latest version all look to me more like deliberate puns.
I like puns.
When I was a kid I wanted to be:
- President (And not an inconsequential president, I had big plans!)
- Astronaut
- Physicist.
I live now with very disappointed 8 year old inside me.
When I was a kid I wanted to be a clinical psychologist. My plan was to solve my uncle’s schizophrenia.
I felt I had very big, very important plans. I got made fun of a lot for how serious I was.
It’s kind of funny, I married a clinical psychologist, and it’s nice because we talk about that subject a lot due to a mutual passion.
I wanted my future to be good but I don’t think I took it for granted that it would be.
I think my life has exceeded my expectations. I wanted a partner but I knew my standards were really high and I might not meet him. Somehow I met him at age 18. I mean that alone is extraordinary.
I got a phenomenal education despite coming from rather humble beginnings.
The one thing is, I thought I would become a mother way sooner. I didn’t have my son until age 37. And I thought I would adopt ever since I was a little girl, but it didn’t turn out that way. It’s probably better how it turned out, but definitely not what I envisioned. And I have an amazing kid.
I was convinced at a pretty young age that I was destined to be a pro football player. I even wrote a career-themed paper about it.
After all, I was the best in my neighborhood. How could I miss?
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ETA: If you’re wondering, that did not happen.
I forgot that, but yeah I wanted to play in the World Cup too.