Human being, person, lives with other people plus variety of non-human creatures.
This is the story of my life, as I currently battle 2 dogs for the right to read the comics this morning.
My husband does this every year, despite agreeing NOT to buy himself anything from Thanksgiving to Christmas. Every year. He buys them and then hides them so I won’t know about it. Thank God for kids who tell me not to buy items as I put them in my cart. “Daddy said not to tell you, but….. he already got that and hid it in his closet so you won’t see it.”Why, spouse-man? Why?!?!
FedEx has had 5 packages of mine, sitting, since November. Less than an hour away, but might as well be a thousand miles. Twice a week I get texts that they will be delivered by end of day. They never are.
I had my husband pack some things once. Then took him on a surprise weekend scuba diving.
They can make more than that working an assembly line. A graduate degree means the person is adult, not a teen, not entry level unskilled labor.$18,000 is disrespectful of the value of trained knowledgeable mature workers. Comes to less than $9 an hour.
The city cited me for having “noxious weeds” and made me mow down my pollinator garden.
The stories repeat. That doesn’t stop spouse from listening to it all day sans headphones. Same stories. Over and over. Loudly.
This is how my husband cleans the refrigerator.
Love the art today. Simple and evocative. And now to get up and start my day. A great way to start my day.