My in-laws voted for him because - no joke - they didn’t want Kamala to give money to “poor people.” My in-laws are on social security and Medicare. They ARE the poor people. If they think we will be paying for their shit after benefits are cut, I’ve got news for them. FAFO.
A whole bunch of professional groups are on there. It’s one way I get client referrals and network.
I feel personally attacked.
An elderly couple sat next to us, and the man sent his elk chop back twice because it was “too seasoned.” The second time they put no seasoning on it for him, but he still claimed that it had “the seasoning from the pan.” He then proceeded to order salmon instead (with no seasoning) and complain loudly the whole time. No tip for the waitress.
For context, this was a nice restaurant at Crater Lake in Oregon. My husband also ordered the elk chop, and said it was the best meal he’s ever had. We tipped the waitress double and had a great laugh with her about the whole situation after the elderly couple left.
Good to know!
I live in the US and I haven’t noticed any xenophobia. I have heard a couple of people refer to “Russians” like we are a monolith but they were still understanding of someone like me who is very anti-war.
You can still leave but you might have to jump through hoops. My mom had to go to Kazakhstan to get an American visa to come visit me because all embassies are closed in Russia.
Our family was on a road trip, and I made tuna salad sandwiches in the morning. We ended up never stopping for lunch, and in the evening I went to throw away the sandwiches. “They can’t be that bad,” said my husband, “you only made them this morning.” I gave him a “really?” look and continued to throw the sandwiches away.
Apparently this made my usually intelligent and science-minded husband eager to play the tuna roulette. He grabbed a sandwich and took a small bite “see, they are fine!” I called him crazy and threw the rest away. “You’re going to regret that,” I said.
The next morning, we are getting ready to drive to Bandolier National Monument, about a 45-min drive from our hotel. Everything is fine, my husband is driving. All of a sudden, he says “Shit.”
“What is it, baby?” “I need to go. Like, right now.”
He ends up crouching behind a lone scraggly tree next to the road while pooping pure shit water. The rest of his family pass us by in their other two cars. One of them stops as he wildly gestures for them to keep going. They finally get the hint and leave.
Yeah, we never made it to Bandolier that day. But he only had to shit one more time by the road on the way back to the hotel, so that was a win.
He has since agreed that my food safety knowledge is superior and developed a healthy respect for mayonnaise’s ability to ruin a fun day.
The interest doesn’t stop accruing (that’s how it’s spelled) just because you make payments. Go gargle Trump’s balls some more.
Heights. There was some movie or show where people were hanging from a skyscraper window after an earthquake, and I regularly have vivid nightmares about it. It’s not to the point of a phobia but a really strong fear. I went up the Seattle space needle with my husband, and he was clowning against the glass while I was only able to stay in the middle. Had nightmares about him falling or me falling off it ever since.
TIL!
It was delicious!
Thank you! This pastry class gave him some much-needed confidence.
Brazo de Mercedes is lemon custard wrapped in soft meringue. Not easy to make, and it didn’t come out perfectly, but it was delicious! Incredibly proud of him - he is taking a pastry class at school, and this is the result of his hard work.
Pro-forced birth.
Love this - should also include a bat!
I’m curious what makes you think he is mentally ill and not just a raging racist. Cause I’m mentally I’ll, and I don’t try to strangle people who look different from me in a rage.