Once he gets a kidney stone, that’ll learn him quick.
They nest in trees now?
What a wonderful feeling, for her, and for you for facilitating this relief on her behalf.
Oh, that’s 150% what this is. Neither of us is kidding around or pretending this is something it’s not.
… and he’s been in “time out” for months, I’m surprised he poked (heh) back up in the 1st place.
But I’m tired and I got shit to do, and I’m just not ecstatic about the idea, yanno?
One of my besties has just entered the chat.
(Love that girl to death, but dang we have some stories about her.)
Honey, this is Murrica. What you’re describing might be characterized as a hate crime.
“Ahem” Mollie offspring.
Trust your judgment. Sometimes (especially online orders) clothes just aren’t gonna fit right, or look like the fancy pictures make them seem. I’d say at least 95% of us have fallen for this in one way or another (“WTF this isn’t friggin’ close!”) and hey, if it helps, welcome to the club!
That’s my awkward “there, there honey” { pat pat } attempt at assuring you, there’s no need to spiral. Just return the damn things, and try again from a different maker/different size.
Also, we all spiral. It’s okay. Just eat something fun, wash your face, push your shoulders back, and walk back out into the world.
(It’s okay to cry in a corner for a minute, too.)
Okay, now MEEEEE!
I’m tired, hungry (I work in a restaurant FFS) and there’s no chance in hell this Father’s Day card that I haven’t even written in yet is gonna make it on time.
Also, and I am so sorry, but my terlet could audition for that scene in “Trainspotting.”
I feel like a worn-out failure. Yeah, yeah, don’t give me the Mumper lecture. I need food, and some kitty snuggles. And the devil’s lettuce. And a magical fairy to clean my house. Oh, and ten thousand dollars would be helpful.
Some fraction of those desires will come true tonight. (Monkey is already velcro’d to my kneecap.)