There are those who do not know how to wear a kilt who look ridiculous. And there are those who can be best man at a wedding, and the only one there wearing a kilt, and still look amazing.
I frequently have profound thoughts. Or they seem profound. But I usually have them at night before going to bed, or when I’m sick with a fever, so they’re probably more like hallucinations than thoughts.But, in any case, they’re generally gone by the time I think “that’s really profound, I should write that down”.
I don’t especially want to look “hot”. Though I’m not sure which I hate more “hot” or “cute”. Every top you see is “cute” according to whoever you’re shopping with. Or, worse, it would “look cute on YOU”.I like beautiful things, and would even like to dress attractively, but “hot” and “cute” are two words I am incapable of stomaching.I do not want to look like a kitchen stove, or a kitten. I am a human being (an adult human being), and would like to dress as such.
My dad never swears. I suppose it’s possible he may think swear words, but I somehow doubt it. The only time he uses any swear words are when he is directly quoting something, and even then only when he can’t figure a way out of it while leaving the quote intact.I hope to eventually achieve that sort of self-control. There’s not much point to swearing, really.
Glad to hear those containers actually serve a useful purpose. I’ve always wondered.
My old dog lived outside, the new one’s got a case of the “I’m not hungry” most of the time, even when he is hungry. A quick cure for that is to throw a kibble near his nose while he’s lying down so he smells it every time he breathes. In almost no time at all, he’s up and ready to scarf down the entire bowl. I don’t know what’s up with the “not hungry” routine. Some days he eats the food as soon as I put it down. Others he sits far away from it and pretends it’s not there. But once you get him started, he’ll eat every scrap and polish the bowl when he’s finished. Then you have to keep him away from anything edible for a few minutes until his system winds down.There seems to be a switch for eating mode with him. Once it’s flipped, he’ll keep eating until he makes himself sick.
Whatever you do, never EVER admit to a woman that you are not busy. If she asks that question, it means she wants something. If you admit that you’re not doing anything important at this particular second, you’re doomed to solve whatever problem has come to her attention. And to continue solving problems until she stops thinking of them or you keel over from exhaustion, whichever happens first.
“You have your work, your friends, your hobbies…. your dog has only you”I don’t remember who said that.
My only issue with the toilet seat is actually with it’s cover. We had a kitten who would jump into the toilet and splash around, regardless of whether the toilet had been flushed or not. I assume he won’t do it now that he’s three years old, but nobody wants to take any chances (especially me, as I was the one who had to bathe the fluffy creature after the fact). I was definitely ready to strangle anyone who left the cover up, including myself if I forgot to put it down.So, basically, in our house, everyone had to lift something and put it back down. Whether it’s the cover or cover and seat, makes no difference.
From time to time, we get a mailman who folds nearly all of our mail. I don’t know why, because the mail fits in the box just fine, there’s nothing oversized or unusual about it.There’s also the box stuffer, who for some absurd reason feels the overwhelming need to stuff the mail in the very back of the box, stuffing and mashing it in there until anything not paper is broken. He usually goes away when spring arrives and hornets take up residence in the back (that’s before we get rid of them. They set up shop one day after the mail has been delivered, and then the next day they’re in fighting shape when the mailman arrives).I’ve never seen these mailmen, only the evidence after the fact.We did have a mailman who insisted on bringing the mail right to you if you happened to be outside. It was nice, except for the fact that I had a protective and territorial dog who didn’t appreciate a stranger invading and striding swiftly in a straight line right for us. The mailman, despite the rumors that they fear dogs, was oblivious.However, usually we’ve got mailmen who do their job just fine. The mail shows up everyday, and without excessive wear and tear.
You mean like computer fans?. I had never vacuumed one of those in my life (though my brother claims you’re supposed to. How was I to know?) until we got our long-haired smokey calico she-cat. Her fur is distantly related to velcro. Not only does it get on absolutely everything, it’s nearly impossible to detach it once it’s there.