I remember Eternal September and mourn the continuous death.
I remember Eternal September and mourn the continuous death.
Combine at least two things I guess? I mean like a can of soup and some grated cheese, tada! But also doing something to a single ingredient also counts (heating something, etc) so the can would count under that.
In short, I think whatever makes the person doing the cooking happy.
Instantly? Where the fuck is my husband. If only I can’t see him but my twin can I guess me, my now invisible to me husband, and I go to the hospital to ask “yo something is very weird in her brain”
Edit - oh they’d think it’s normal they’re gone.
I guess argue with my twin for hours about my husband still should exist and not have disappeared.
Man I love dairy and man it does not love me.
Still going to have pizza later.
Eeeeaaaaa went the kitten as we both woke up in the morning. Meeaaaa goes the kitten, trying to get me into the living room.
She’s turned on her tower toy and knocked it over. I set it upright and turn it off. She huffs and sits at watches me.
Eeeeeaaaaaaaa
She demands I play with her because her nighttime self play with the tower was clearly interrupted. So I fling the thing on a stick around and get her jumping.
She’s now curled up under a table in the computer room to rest from doing many jumps.
I stopped playing with them years ago now! For that reason and so many more.
I am fairly certain he played to ruin other people’s enjoyment and not to try and win which is insane to my little brain.
It’s why I don’t like playing competetive board games. The one time I managed to win a game was because the guy who’d do that the most often didn’t realize how to counter my character (and it isn’t immediately obvious who’s winning until points are done) and man did he fucking moan about how my character was op and no one could stop her and I’m just…you didn’t try. Quite easy to make her go doom spiral but yes, bitch more about you failing to ruin my night.
Apparently be sick. Trying to find food to keep down. The kitten understands something is wrong but she is a kitten so she’s just been whining at me. We did get to the Asian supermarket before I felt absolutely horrible and got way more curries and one odd bottle of coconut water with chunks.
I like this one. He feels very himself in the painting! I like watching these paintings, thank you.
I like straws because my husband is disabled and drinking with a straw is much safer than straight from the glass.
All cats I’ve had have been lucky enough that free feeding is an option and they don’t gorge. So we just fill the bowl up when it’s empty, and water is kept fresh everyday. Thinking of getting a running water fountain to encourage more liquids though.
I can pick things up with my toes. Not completely useless, maybe, but not exactly the pinnacle of tricks!
Twice. Once when I was buying large appliances which I basically never do and a call to my bank cleared that up, and once trying to buy a video game directly from the company (instead of say through steam or gog) and going in to the bank fixed that.
I love a cuddly cat! So sweet!
I loved that since H is N in English. He’s putting it in neutral to move it!
Yeah, this happened to my husband about…20 years ago now. He is on ssdi and always will be. He worked 5 hours over the max he’s allowed a month and they immediately took away everything. He managed to get back in because there is an advocacy group here for cerebral palsy and it was before complete shit show.
It’s why no one wanted to play a charisma character with several dms here. And then they’d punish the group by making sure there were extra charisma based encounters. If the barbarian can say “I punch the weak wooden door with my fist” and that’s fine why do I have to have a paragraph ready more than “I sweet talk the guard into letting us into the room for a moment?” and usually take a penalty to the check because my irl words aren’t convincing enough?? Fucking hell, my sorc head 19 charisma. I have, at best, 10. I’m never going to convince you (them) that anything I say is charismatic enough.
Prep time, five minutes, includes cooking onions down to golden goodness. Riiiight, 5 minutes, liars.
I’ll have it on the second monitor of the computer. I agreed to lead a roleplay thing in a mud game I play in. Accidentally days got messed up so it’s this week and not next. Once that’s done I’ll sit on the couch and eat taquitos and try and understand downs again.