Agreed! I don’t put bills there for that reason. I used to be the finance director for a large community event, very cash dependant. And we definitely got nasty sweaty boob money, money soaked in beer, you name it. The cash counting machines had trouble with it, so a lot had to be hand counted. Handling so much cash with mystery wetness was one of the less pleasant aspects of the job.
Brahm’s lullaby was the one mom would hum to me and would buy music boxes with it.
Blackbird by the Beatles was the one I wanted to sing to my kids if I’d ever had any.
I can respect this. Beats racking my brain every night trying to think of what I want to eat.
I did both when learning but did have to separate them because thinking about all the things, clutch, gears, RPM, mirrors, traffic, pedestrians was too much all together at first. I drove my grandma’s automatic to get used to driving on the road in traffic, and I drove my dad’s manual around empty parking lots, fairgrounds, etc until I was comfortable with the car. Then I moved on to driving dad’s car in traffic.
I loved driving manual, but my husband can’t drive one, so if we took my car somewhere on a trip, I had to commit to being the driver the whole time. I gave it up after my job required me to do a lot of driving in bad traffic. For fun I will get one as a rental if we travel somewhere that has them commonly available to rent. I’ve had to convince well-meaning but somewhat judgy rental clerks to not upgrade me to automatic and that yes I did know that I selected manual when I made the booking.
Time buy a luchadore mask (or other statement oddball identity obscuring head gear) and sign up for Only Fans
It looks bigger on the inside
My honey ended a phone conversation last night with his cousin with “thank you for your time.” Just running on autopilot.
I have reverse work/life autopilot. I’ve ended work-related voicemails with “love you! Er, uh, that just came out by accident. I mean I am fond of you but…well, crap, just call me back.”
Then you’d be a lot warmer and a lot happier!
So you don’t have to whack a car window hard with the spark plug? You only need to scratch at it a lil bit?
Funny how being an unpaid extra is a totally different experience. It was a giant party. I was in the crowd at the Steelers stadium when Bane blew up the field in Dark Knight Rises. We had to crouch down behind seats and look terrified. We couldn’t fucking understand anything of what Bane was saying, but assumed it would be fixed in post. Haha, no it wasn’t.
We had swag bags. They brought out 3 Tumblers to amuse us. Most Steelers players were there, Tom Hardy ofc (who didn’t even look like himself he was so jacked for that role). We got to hear what it sounds like when that 1 of 4 in existence IMAX camera broke. They fed us lots of Popsicles because it was 90-something degrees in July and they were filming a winter scene and wanted us to be wearing cold weather gear. It was a fun day. 10/10 worth the drive up from DC to go do that.
I need to go right now and wash the few quills I received from a porcupine zoo experience. They keep quills that are shed and hand a few out to folks. Poop acupuncture, omg. Since you appear to have survived, your poop antibodies must be off the charts now. 😅
Found it at Ross last year!
Somebody shoulda told him the quickest way to torpedo your music career is to be rude to Weird Al.
And I dance dance dance
And I dance dance dance
(still sung in this house on the regular)
What is your favorite pizza topping?
Christmas ornament
I repeat the last song.
Or anything from an obscure screamo band.
That’s a sing-along song in our local bar, lol!
Yeah, I don’t religiously follow the steps either. It’s more like a buffet of tips where I sample some of them. I still shampoo, but much less often. My other take aways were to stop using a hairbrush, I rarely use a wide tooth comb anymore either (mostly finger comb in the shower) , and don’t touch the hair while it’s drying.
If I have a party or something, I’ll use gel and let it form a proper cast, etc etc.
US, audit & tax
Once in a blue moon, on a really nice day, we would get a patio table and have a margarita with lunch. Only if it was a slow work day, like with nothing but webinars scheduled for the afternoon (as attendees, not presenters).
It was not uncommon to see beer in the office fridge during tax season because those folks would be pulling 15+ hour days for pretty much 3 months straight.