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Gone Wanderin'
Hey there. Starting Friday July 7th I’m outta here. Taking my first international trip (am excited + a bit nervous - I’ve never been this far from home). Gonna hit up Paris, London, Edinburgh, Dublin and Galway. I’ve got some stuff queued so it won’t be completely bare. Depending on the wifi sitch in the hostels I’ll check in/post as I can. I should be back July 23-ish. Til then, happy tumblring!
My two oldest niblings are old enough to have their own cell phones now. In the past I've called them via their parents' cells, but today is my nephew's birthday and he has his own. I called him a bit before 9AM to sing him the happy birthday song, and woke him up. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 It's summer and he's a teenager, so I didn't rag on him too much, but I did remind him to go feed his ducks. And told him be glad I didn't call him at 6:00 when I first thought of it.
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Thank you, Karen, I do appreciate your heart being in the right place this time. But no, Tylenol cold and flu is not going to help my menstrual cramps any more than maxing out on Pamprin maximum strength. Because the main ingredient in both is 1000mg of acetaminophen. But the Pamprin has a diuretic and sth else, plus I alternate with straight ibuprofen.
This has been stewing and some part of me is still desiring to post it, so under a cut it goes.
One might think, after a year of friendship, 5 years of dating and 11 of marriage (so, a cumulative 17 years by my math), one would not have to remind their spouse of
a FOURTEEN INCH HEIGHT DIFFERENCE and
IF YOU PUT THE THINGS I USE DAILY AT THE BACK OF THE TOP SHELF I CAN NO LONGER REACH THEM independently,
PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK PUT THEM TOWARDS THE FRONT WHERE THE REST OF THEM WERE STACKED WHEN YOU ADDED THE CLEAN ONES.
I know it doesn’t make sense to you that I ‘chose’ the top shelf for this stack of nesting items, but of the existing empty space available it was the path of least resistance. I would not, actually, choose the top shelf but I don’t want to reorganize the entire fucking kitchen for storing repurposed disposable deli meat containers.
Can you not just fucking remember that *your wife is short* and put the newly cleaned stack back with the previously washed ones at the front of the shelf. The cabinet door still shuts just fine.
We had a friends group ThanksMas this evening, and as festivities were winding down it was decided to assemble the host's new cat water fountain, which of course led to a discussion on how it was surprisingly quiet. Quieter than the refrigerator for sure, and even whatever electricity was being Super Loud. Those of us AFAB were in immediate agreement. One of our AMAB friend's jaw dropped - "you can hear electricity‽" 'You mean you CAN'T‽' was the general response.
Her: So 'Pam' is going to leave, you'll be in her room today. It'll be easy.
*in Pam's room* 'Courtney' thinks nap time is the perfect time to yell, dance, and slam toys around.
I love/hate so much my father’s lamentation that “you should learn how to haul cattle.”
Oh really? Whose responsibility was it to teach me!? Was I supposed to be born with the knowledge? Was I supposed to spontaneously attain it independently? Who taught me how to drive? Who taught me how to pull trailers? Could that person not have also taught me how to haul live cows!?
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