All the time. My mom never knocked. She went through my garbage, unfolding paper and gum wrappers and whatever else to be sure there were no hidden messages or notes or whatever the hell else she imagined.
Not every pedestrian follows the rules of the lights though. And not every pedestrian makes it across the road in time before the light changes colors from red to green.
The clothing styles I wore in middle school are cool now, except those damn low rise flares will not work on me at 40 because my mid-section would flab out everywhere. Damn kids.
My shoulder still hurts from last week when I slept funny.
The idea of staying out past 10pm sounds terrible.
I almost set up a breakfast date with a friend for 7am.
I'm really excited for a larger capacity water heater.
I'm starting to do that thing where I look down to focus on small text right in front of me.
Maybe it's time for a food journal. I used to keep one, but instead of logging everything, I'd log when I had symptoms and what I'd eaten most recently. I don't know if that method would work super well for reflux but it's an idea if logging absolutely everything becomes a chore.
She basically died because she told the doctors she had taken miso. At this point she absolutely needed a D&C but because Georgia law said that's bAd, doctors risked losing their licenses to help her. And by the time they were going to, it was too late.
But hey, it was a woman who died, and she was black, so definitely not the kind of person they care about.
I just installed this and am trying the app tracking protection (it's in beta, for those reading who haven't used it). Shockingly, Candy Crush Soda doesn't come up with a list of junk being tracked. whew or something
All the time. My mom never knocked. She went through my garbage, unfolding paper and gum wrappers and whatever else to be sure there were no hidden messages or notes or whatever the hell else she imagined.