Why did the baby strawberry cry? Cause his mommy got stuck in a jam.
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Nah, not salty enough.
Totally understand. I'm making it a point to do something rather then look at lemmy every chance I get and just limit to looking once a day. Thank you for saying this so others can hear it.
A wild Danhausen appears!!!
When you're living in your own fenced community surrounded by walls and trees it's easy to ignore whatever is going on outside the property line.
Could also be the flow of the house. Every house I've been in where the washer and dryer are side by side, the washer has been closer to the entrance of the wash room and the dryer is farther (and usually towards the back door). My thought process would be dump the clothes in the washer and then kick the basket in front of the dryer to pull them out later and get it more out of the walking path. (unless there's room on top of the dryer)
Along with everyone else.
Exs, the gift that keeps on giving.
A movie night. Like go to Walmart, find a couple good dvds or whatever that the family will like, buy some popcorn and if you can find it for not too much, one of those popcorn buckets. If you can find a couple of those movie theater size candies then toss them in too.
Sometimes I don't have the motivation to cook, sometimes I do. Sometimes I have the motivation to get shit done that isn't in the kitchen. Throwing a pizza in the oven can buy me an extra hour of working on something else because I don't have to come in early to wash up, prep, cook, then wash the damn dishes.
Have both options available.
Writing essays in high school teaches you how to do this.
Idk I'd rather a passerby toss their poop or other trash in my can rather than throw it on the ground. Hell if you're really desperate and can't afford trash service I'd even tolerate a bag. But don't be filling up my can.
I used to like in a neighborhood where one lady would randomly throw her trash bags in someone's yard or behind my fence. City wouldn't do shit about her. I didn't like any of it and never did figure out where she lived but I was at that point of just telling her to put it in the fucking can because at least I wouldn't have to pick it up after the raccoons got into it and scattered it in the grass behind the fence.