aimeeandbeatles
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Rant: I hate my brain sometimes.
(For anyone who saw my weird behaviour last night, sorry.)
(For anyone who saw my weird behaviour last night, sorry.)
That's quite concerning... I'd tell your doctor. Hope everything is okay.I went to bed early because I was starting to get a migraine and have no idea what happened. My browser history says I was clicking around on completely random threads but I don't remember getting back up.
I don't mind, I really don't mind at all.
Oh yes, that drives me absolutely crazy. I'm like "how can you possibly be even remotely comfortable??"
Getting rid of my shoes is always priority #1 when I walk in the door.
Yikes. I wear slippers in my apartment and a different pair of shoes when I go anywhere else in the building. A family tracked in a lot of slushy, muddy snow in (to be fair, there's a shortage of mud mats in the lobby, and I'm going to mention to the manager that he really needs to put down another one).Naturally, when one problem is solved, people feel the inherent pull towards bringing things back to balance. I may not believe in a god, but I certainly believe in a cosmic trickster who tampers with reality solely to inconvenience me. My roommate now wears muddy shoes in the bathroom and doesn't clean the floor or the bathmat.
His response: "We wear shoes in the house back in India, it's just what we do."
Yeah, dude. Indoor shoes. Slippers that never breathe outside air. Not the shoes you've been wearing while traipsing through mud and puddles for the entire day.
Of course, he doesn't see what the big deal is.
I ordered the puzzle catalogue from Mary Maxim (it's free). Instead of just adding my name and address to a mailing list, they treated it as though I'd placed a regular order. Apparently they're going to send me a tracking number when they get around to sending it.Wearing shoes inside is vile and despicable.
I'm waiting for a UPS delivery. They're very inconsistent here, it could be any time, and I hate this. And this time they didn't send me one of those things so I can watch the little truck on my computer, so I feel blind.
I WANT MY PACKAGE!
Sounds like there's some kind of subspace connection between Mary's basement and Aimee's closet.Some say there's a prophecy the vice princess will never rest until everyone on CFC is either in her basement or made an offering to her shirtless selfie trove.
Sounds like there's some kind of subspace connection between Mary's basement and Aimee's closet.
At least everyone should be well-fed.![]()
That's quite concerning... I'd tell your doctor. Hope everything is okay.![]()
I hope you're feeling better @aimeeandbeatles
Mr KB bought me some really horrible, sour wine. I choked down two glasses, just to make him happy. For some reason me drinking this wine was really important to him, you'd think he made it himself or something.
He asks me "do you like it?" and I'm thinking to myself ... "honey, it's me, not drinking wine ... can't you figure it out?"
Life's too short to drink bad wine
I find it much easier to just pretend I like it and spare his feelings![]()
Always be honest about what you tell him you like and dislike. It will benefit you over a long marriage.
Unless you tell him you didn't like the wine, you will be drinking it again and again.
My wife and I never get mad at each other if we mention we didn't like something the other cooked. In the long run, it's better.
The key is not to sound demeaning or judgmental when you do it. Just state it as a fact.