Good call. I like that.
Good call. I like that.
Those and round phone jacks about every 10 feet or so. There's a phone jack in the hallway! Not even connected to a landline anymore. And because we opted for the ultra-deluxe old home, an intercom system that made a zapping noise accompanied by a perfect little curl of smoke when we turned it on for the first time. Yeeeehaaaaaa!!!
Save you some reading time: None of your damn business. Health care is between a doctor and patient and ain't our concern.
I went the other way, built my house out of structural pigs...
Love it!!!
Excellent. We'll done.
I lost my best friend to Hastags in 'Nam. Keep em off my lawn!!!
Yup, I'm guessing that'll do it all right. Knit a few pairs of socks, and just normalize the world away!
This is why we are doomed. People take a look at the dumpster fire that's life now and say, "Have you tried knotting socks and not being sad?"
Myself, I reply with what I hope is understanding and compassion, and say, "Yes indeed, things look bleak. You, unknown internet person, are not alone in feeling this way"