Saraphim

Please listen to me - stomach distension should ALWAYS be checked by a medical professional. One of my kids had slightly distended stomach which we attributed to a big rib cage and still needing to grow into his bigger frame.

It was a mature teratoma weighing over 20lbs

He had a physical with no issues just three days before we visited the ER for stomach pain. ER found it immediately when they noted the stomach distension during his exam and did scans to find out why.

Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s gas. But also maybe you devoured your twin in the womb and he’s back for revenge.

Please see a doctor and ask for an ultrasound at the very least.

I would say you probably won’t have as much success just listening to something than you would communicating back, no matter how much you immerse yourself. My spoken French is godawful, but my comprehension is good so I can follow along with tv shows and such, but my communication doesn’t improve much as there is no back and forth.

Please god someone post an ai pic of a borg in flannel

Fuck it. Generally right before I make a large, usually irresponsible decision, I say “fuck it”.

I’m in Ontario. I’ve never heard the term “thuggy Mennonite” but it’s fucking perfect.

You look real good man. Get that job!

Dammit. I win. And not.

I’m proud to be a Canadian today. This guy is a legend. Too bad he’s about to go through a bureaucratic nightmare.

I had to work on this issue. I used to massively overcook. My house was always the place people just showed up. I had two kids, friends, family, so I was constantly ready to feed an army. Now one is out of the house, the other isn’t home most of the time and husband works evenings. We don’t have company like we used to before Covid, so unannounced guests happen rarely.

I have to be conscious at all times about what I’m cooking. First I had to admit that my perception of how much food I needed was just wrong and could not be trusted. I started using recipes - even for things I know how to make- purely to reference serving sizes. And when all else failed, however much I felt I needed to make, I’d just make half of that

It took some practice but now I make reasonable sized meals and have few leftovers.

I do not poop at parties. Ever. I am completely traumatized by a house party I went to when I was 18 or 19 where I used the bathroom after someone had dropped a massive deuce and not flushed. So of course I flushed before I went - and the toilet overflowed and I had to run out and find my friends parents in a sea of about a hundred people and tell them what happened.

You know damned well everyone thought I had done it.

Never got to poop. Never tried to poop at a party again. I’m 45. I’ll hold it until I die before I go through that again.

Get closer by Life In Film. Good Day by Nappy Roots Dancing in the Moonlight by Toploader

Listen to those and tell me you’re not in a better mood. I dare you.

Maybe because they’re not delusional about the state of the world we live in that these right wing nut jobs seem to be hell-bent on making worse until we’re all living in a post-apocalyptic Gillead. I’m fucking depressed too.