I legitimately just want to keep the house clean.
Money can almost exclusively be put to “better” use. I’m not going to regret going out with friends and spending a $20 on drinks and dinner. Being sour about it doesn’t make the money come back lol.
My one drive won’t even let me access it I have no idea why and I am not about to take the time to figure it out lol
sent this to my siblings… I said remember remember.
Article states “law enforcement is working to determine applicable charges in this incident.” Meaning… they don’t have a reason.
And rightfully so. Her house, her shower, her lap. I see nothing wrong here. ¯_(ツ)_/¯
I have countless void pictures to share.
Found myself among the council this morning.
I have had one of the worst days that I can recall since I left my ex-husband. Woke up early to go to the dentist, they had to numb me which is the worst part IMO. I go home and my mother texts me she’s been in the hospital over 24 hours. I rush to get ready for work and go see her. On my way I hit a crow, it ruins the grill on my VW bug. I get to the hospital and sit with my mom until I have to leave for work. I order a fish sandwich to grab for my dinner and only after getting to my desk at work open my takeout and find they gave me a fried shrimp sandwich instead. My mom lets me know the hospital released her saying they didn’t know what was wrong and prescribed a muscle relaxer. I am a supervisor at work, I had one person call out sick, I’m behind on my duties, and I had a new person start today. Not to mention i started my period last night and was cramping several hours today. the cherry on top was getting the email from credit karma that my score had changed, found it had gone down 30 points because my ex-husband skipped the car payment last month and is now behind 30 days. 🥲 I’m pleading, what have I done to deserve all of this? I hope tomorrow is better, and I hope even more that my mothers health improves.
I wrote “2018” as the date the other day and it took me quite a while to realize what I had done. I’m 29. 💀
I’ve lived in the southern US a good portion of my life, where a lot of parents go by “sir” and “ma’am” and you are expected to call others in public as “sir” and “ma’am” respectively. So, while I see what you’re saying, the father in this case may agree unironically.
My handsomest boy (my only son) has the worst habit of choosing my lap within 3 minutes of me having to get up to leave for work. Photo of my Berlioz for taxes.