'Tswhatcha get for being all productive and stuff.
No judgy-judgy here.
I have half a jar of, well, jarred gravy in the fridge. At least your version involved “cooking!”
My kind of people.
What’s stupid? Of course you feel better.
But has anyone ever muttered, while barfing through a hangover, “Tomorrow, imma drink MOAR!”
… and then what do they do?
You’re not stupid. Just human.
I initially misread this as “creeping up on 7-11” and thought briefly, “Yeah, convenience store fud ain’t healthy.”
He was highly involved with Habitat for Humanity, where volunteers build homes for the destitute.
Social media luuuurved pics of a 90-year-old guy smiling & hammerin’ nails with everyone else on the build crew.
Very humble, and by all accounts very sweet and dedicated to doing good things.
Yeah, it’s one thing to snarf down an entire sleeve of cookies in the bathroom secret. It’s quite another to hafta admit, in writing, what you did.
I had an alternator go out on me like that many, many years ago.
20-something woman, semi-sketchy area, driving alone at night, in a black car.
With no idea why my radio went dead .. then the headlights got super dim … then the power steering crapped out …
If it’ll get you a refund, then … yeah, return 'em!
“You don’t get seconds until you finish your firsts.”
I felt that in the core of my entire being.