My husband does this, and the way the water slowly gurgles through the overflow is just. So. Annoying.

We must rise up, those of us that get in before its full and turn it off before it hits the overflow!

It’s miserable. Eat less and move more!

But the everything is screaming at me to eat. You’re hungry. And the voices from childhood! Don’t waste food! That’s a fucking sin! Don’t throw anything away, it’s better to treat your own body like a trashcan than to actually throw anything away!

And when you do eat, how do you stop? Because my brain knows there’s more food in the kitchen. It also knows how to make more food. And it’s going to go in there. It’s exhausting to have to say no every second of every day to a brain that’s a toddler.

Hate it.

Ahhh…I was with my husband in 2016!

I’m still with him, so probably the same thing as now.

Not much has changed other than my health mysteriously imploding.

I’ve been knocked out twice for surgeries.

First was for a wisdom tooth that shattered inside my jaw, right before covid shut down all non emergency surgeries.

They actually found a vein in the arm. Doctor talked to me a bit before they wheeled me back into a surgery room. Only the nurses in there. They were preparing and saw I was nervous. “Oh, don’t worry! He’s an amazing doctor.” She pauses. “We do call him the velociraptor though” me “what why?” “Cause he has short arms!” They say, laughing! “That’s mean!” I say. “Don’t worry, you won’t remember this”

“I’ll remember this!” I’m now trying to say, around a mouthful of gauze. I did remember at least.

Second time for an upper endoscopy. They can’t find a vein in my arm, so they put it in my hand. Taken to a much smaller darker cramped room with a tv that is surely showing my insides later. “Okay this might hurt, since it’s in your hand” “Ow fuck that hurts” and the next thing I know a new to me nurse is wheeling the bed and my talking ass into a recovery room. (I was talking about animal crossing, she was confused)

I love throwing food into a slow cooker, doing something else, and then tada! Food! The best.

Probably cry from confusion as to how I became a billionaire??

Not that version, but yeah!

Physically I’ve dropped a lot of flour and such over the years. Sugar as well. Sugar is worse because we get sugar ants so I have to make sure to scrub down everything so they don’t appear and swarm.

According to my husband, anything with garlic, onion, and sautéed those both in butter smells very fancy.

If I had time to plan though, I’d make ravioli and freeze them and make sauce when they came over.

The only dough that knows my fears was the hamantaschen but every since I started only using King Arthur flour, they’ve never failed again.

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Now that song is stuck in my head! Oh no!

Is it more interesting now? As a child who went there in the 90s for the summer, it was pretty boring. We’d go to the ymca more than anything on the strip.

Fey was probably delighted inside to see that trick. Very good trick! Now a reason to come back to get their name from you and stay in the story!

Dishwasher does the jars, but he does fill and empty the dishwasher!

I… don’t trust him with a knife and he doesn’t trust himself either. Shelling peas though, that’s a good idea!

It helps me to garden because my health concerns are mostly becoming overly tired and physically uhhh sad. So the work can make those two lessened.

It’s not very feasible for my husband who has cerebral palsy unless we did a lot of expensive setup so he could do most of it seated.

In a mud, I played a fisher cat person, whose only weapon skill was a sling. And boy howdy if your were accurate animals just fucking dropped. I’d usually hunt rabbits with it and they could be one shot kills. The deer like creatures would usually take a few hits but I once got a headshot and it was just gone. No slowly talking towards it while slinging, it was just down.

I was actually talking to my mother about her vaccine scar today. She says she had a friend who got vaccinated the same time she did. But her friends mother was super vain, so told the vaccinator guy to give her daughter the shot on her thigh, so a swim suit would cover it.

But outer thigh is lower than where bathing suits show so you saw the scar anyway, and the mother was pissed. Mother’s friend didn’t care though, since she was a kid.

She agrees, it was the polio vaccine in the sugar cube. She was also unable to get a second cube, as the small white girl in the bright red coat was very distinctive and they told her to stop trying to get another cube.

They wouldn’t know how much it was, and they wouldn’t know how to exchange it. But they’d probably go to their bank with the note(s) and the bank would tell them how and where to exchange it.

I live with my husband and twin so I’m seeing them every day. My mother I see occasionally but probably not enough. She travels a fair deal so I’m never quite sure when she’s nearby. Sometimes it’s for holidays or dinner so probably eating is what we do.