Me coming up with excuses for missing work in High School: “Um, my parents both died in a horrible accident, I got cancer, and my dog ate my textbook.”

Me coming up with excuses for missing work in my job: “Yeah, I didn’t do it.”

He’s also saying that it’s his fault: he was in charge when the election was supposedly stolen. He won when Obama was running things, then again when Biden was. According to him, the election was stolen while he was running the government.

if you’re into that kind of thing

Chimney sweeps, podcasts, cancer, or open eyes?

The annual lie: Next year isn’t going to be as easy as this year!

Middle School will be harder than Elementary School.

Junior High will be harder than Middle School.

Senior High will be harder than Junior High.

College will be harder than Senior High.

Working a real job will be harder than School.

Hitler thought he was the hero of his story. How valid it was to him doesn’t matter at all.

When I was little, my dad would bring home a nasty cut of raw beef to give to the dog. The dog would love it. He’d prance (doberman) around the back yard happier than a pig in shit. At the end of the day, he’d bury it. Then he’d proceed to dig it up every few days and prance around chewing on it for a day, then re-bury it. He’d repeat that until it had rotted to the point that he couldn’t differentiate the rotten meat from the dirt it was buried in.

I went looking for corroboration, but this is the closest I could find.

I hum “America” from West Side Story.

I read somewhere years ago that it kicks out earworms without becoming one, and I found that it works for me.

Definitely. When we’re under-treated my wife and I both struggle to find words that we should know. Sometimes saying the wrong word without realizing it.

I started always using Google maps on my phone when I was driving because once day while I was driving home from work I found myself at an intersection and didn’t know where I was.

I typically don’t realize I missed a pill until the next morning, then when I see it all the crap I went through the day before makes sense.

The normal range for TSH is between 0.4 and 4.0 mIU/L. However, if my TSH is 4, I’d barely be able to move. I do better with it as close to 0.4 as I can manage. You could have a “normal” TSH and still have symptoms.

Also, did they check for thyroid antibodies? After my wife and I were both diagnosed with Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis, we started pushing to get our three kids tested. They were young, and had “no symptoms”, so the pediatrician didn’t want to test them.

My wife chose to be a pain in the ass and harass their doctor until she gave in and ordered the tests. Imagine her shock when the two older kids had high TSH and our daughter, who was in the normal range, had positive thyroid antibodies (showing that she also had Hashimoto’s even though her TSH was normal).

Also it turned out they all did have symptoms. They all experienced personality changes when their thyroid levels were off. The oldest would get mopey, middle kid would get weepy, and the youngest would get angry. It was wild.

Their mission is to make money &/or increase shareholder value (depending on the company). The socks are merely a means to an end.

Repair used to be affordable. It isn’t, now.

Almost every person we’ve hired to fix anything on our house has ended up screwing it up.

My goal now is to keep it holding together until I can retire and then fix it myself.

I’ve found that with time, patience, and a willingness to learn, I can get better results than most “professionals”.

With any luck it will be in good, sellable shape by the time I die, so the kids can get some money from it.

I never had any interest in hanging out with anyone from high school except my wife. I never saw the point of going to a reunion.

The 5th year reunion happened on the same day as my wedding. Haven’t heard anything about any others since then.

40th will be in a couple years. I won’t go.

Not a Honda Accord, but a Honda Ridgeline.

However, it’s the only comfortable seat I own, so I don’t mind it.

Trains where I am suck because the seats are too small, and no matter how little space there is next to me in a train seat, some fat guy always sits there. Usually right after he’s eaten a meal of nothing but raw garlic.

I worked in the kitchen and did deliveries the summer after I graduated high school.

We had a map under a piece of plexiglass on the counter. You’d have to look at it and memorize where you were going before you left.

We didn’t have a 30 minute or it’s free deal, but there was still pressure to deliver fast. Driving their car too fast, I hit the hump in the middle of an intersection and became briefly airborne. All four tires left the street.

My automatic assumption was that you were asking if he stuck the landing, but I’m guessing you had assumed the student was male.

This is also the way to put a real meeting your in on hold.

It makes it look like you got interrupted and had to step away.

I love Emmet Otter’s Jug-Band Christmas.

Aside from still being amazing for what they were able to do, it was also the test that established that they were able to make full length feature films.

I have also heard it as a stopped clock.