I do sometimes at yard sales or craft markets, like if I’ve found a big pile of stuff I want, I’ll offer a reasonable round number for all of it. If I’m only interested in 1 thing, I won’t haggle unless it’s priced a little too high.
When I hold my own yard sales, jeebus, nearly everyone wants to do it and it wears me out. But I’m looking to unload my clutter so I wheel & deal.
And then there’s car buying…
The last time I flipped a coin, I got half my face melted off, and now I have this overwhelming desire to stick it to rich people. One annoying dude in particular.
There are plenty of use cases that don’t involve it needing to recite accurate facts.
I used it to help write copy for my website, to write proposals, and to help with rephrasing when I can’t think of the most diplomatic way to say a thing.
Heartening bread-water to fuck? 🤔🍺🫂🛏
Left plus left plus not-left to baggage bread-water. 👈👈👉🍻😉
Has there been any evaporation? I.e. a condensing or concentration of the, uh, non-H2O properties of the liquid?
That has been my experience too. The not expected actually there for you friend. There are friends we feel close to and friends who would drop everything to come lend aid. There may be some overlap between those two groups, but don’t mistake the former for the latter.
I don’t think a cassowary has anything to fear from a house cat. Even a cuddly one. Most I’ve met are ornery as heck though.
Billy Madison
No milk will ever be our milk.
If peeing your pants is cool then consider me Miles Davis!
He called the shit poop!
What you’ve just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.
That’s the neat thing about paint. It’s very easy to change the color if it doesn’t work out.
If you want commitment free pizazz, find some removable wallpaper in a cozy color.
I don’t know why exactly, but I imagine it’s similar to recurring nightmares about trauma. I had frequent ones following a horrible work situation. I’m a few years past it, but I still have an occasional one to make sure my sleep is ruined. I think of it as my brain compulsively poking a spot where I hurt over and over to see if it still hurts.
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 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.
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.”
What is your favorite pizza topping?
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.
Anyone with curly hair who is wanting to follow the Curly Girl method of caring for your curls so they maintain their shape better.
Although I don’t much like the term either. But the method does really work.
Some kind of empathizing response followed by “well, I need to get back to it” or just a simple “sorry for cutting this short, I need a bio break”.
Empathizing statements could include, but are not limited to:
I completely get the relief when a loved one passes from a long health struggle. Everyone’s grief journey is different, and even mine was different between different family members’ passings. But for me all sorts of other complicated emotions continue to bubble up from time to time regarding my mom. The waves get further and further apart, but it may never completely go away. Sending you thoughts of support and comfort.
I looked up the old orders on Etsy but the sellers I used back then have since closed their shops.
I’m very sorry for what you’re going through. I got an urn for mom off of Etsy 5ish years ago. It was a wooden one with a tree of life carved into it.
Talk to some laser engravers on Etsy to see if their laser setup could accommodate the dimensions of an urn.
I’m only familiar with a Glowforge at the maker lab in my library, and the max clearance for items is only about an inch. So my workaround for that would be to have some thin pieces of wood and laser cut or etch that with your design, and laminate them to a plain wooden urn. I’d stain the laminate pieces a different color than the urn as well.
Or, can’t believe I didn’t think to mention this first…I had a brass plate laser etched (also from Etsy) with a labyrinth pattern that was significant to Mom. That’s also where I put her name and years. I affixed that to the top of the urn (the urn chamber was accessed via the bottom). Let me see if I can get you some pics in case it would help give you ideas.
My husband did this to his mom! She was not a hoarder by any means but had a decent collection of flow blue porcelain. Some of it was displayed in such a way that anyone who was not her was terrified to just walk near it for fear of bumping it and causing catastrophe.
Hubby found a Kubrick done in a similar blue/white pattern and he strategically put it amongst her breakables to see how long it would be before she noticed. It took about a year before she said something.
He ended up finding another version of the little blue & white bear and did it again. She’s gone now, and I hadn’t thought of those bears in a while. Thank you for that. It’s a very fond memory.