Yes. They don’t have to be public companies for investors to lose their shirts, and employees to lose their jobs.

I also love to watch someone unlock this super power within themselves. To not stress out about the wonky pancake or the missing crochet stitch.

She may have self esteem issues. She could be codependent.

My stepmother did these sorts of things in the beginning, but she was still in her twenties at that time. I didn’t understand then (being just a kid ofc) but I’ve forgiven her now. And to her credit she’s mellowed quite a bit as well. But this peace was many many years in the making. I think you both should seek couple’s therapy to raise and discuss both of your issues in a safe loving space, and it may become clear during those sessions that she needs to also have individual therapy.

If she balks at couple’s therapy, then THAT is a red flag… edit: no this is not even true. It could scare her to death. But reassure her that you want to work through these things so that you can strengthen your bond and learn to better communicate with each other.

Omg that looks amazing!

We should compile a playlist.

• jackhammer
• air raid siren*
• trumpet reveille
• taiko drumming
• “eagle” (i.e. hawk) cry
• monkeys screeching
• Woody fuckin Woodpecker laugh
• applause
• theme from Rawhide

*maybe don’t use this one in tornado country. Don’t desensitize oneself to actual emergency warning tones.

Nah, it just felt like it because it costs so much to start the machine.

Happy birthday!

Do tell us more about this short rib pot pie 🤤

As if these poor kids hadn’t endured enough, several were placed with these fucking foster parents who also abused them, including lewd acts on a child, false imprisonment, and child cruelty.

Do we have a head’s up that this killer is coming for us? Or do we have to figure out what/who it is and what their weaknesses are in real time?

Head’s up: vampires. I always have a UV light on me, more for going thrifting than protection against Satan’s undead.

No head’s up: Christine (the evil car). A coupla wheel chocks should sort that out.

Chunky soft corduroy! From Express!

Probably pop tarts and diet coke

Mick & Keith really are a couple of wet blankets.

I just watched the documentary Free Solo last weekend. I have never been climbing, not because I didn’t want to. But now I also don’t want to.

Same. But with a tank on so you can breathe, and a weight belt to help keep you under, you can focus on figuring out if your ears will allow it.

Just swimming or snorkeling with no weight belt, I struggle to stay underwater, and my brain has a hard time being patient with my ears, while I’m trying to paddle with one hand & hold my nose with the other so I can equalize.

My ears give me difficulties too. You can try it out in a pool if you find classes. A divemaster finally showed me how to bend and twist my head while equalizing my ears to get my narrow ear passages to allow air to move around. Now I can usually manage a second dive when going out.

Lollll, my husband’s 1990 T-bird was the same, and when he got pulled over, the cop asked if he knew how fast he was going. “85, officer” (with Puss in Boots innocent eyes). The cop sputtered “you idiot, that’s not…that’s… your speedometer only goes that high!”, but wrote him the ticket for 85 instead of whatever irresponsible & arrestable number it really was.

I got up that high on a race track once. It was one of those “drive a nascar” experience things. They used older models but they would still move. I couldn’t get up any higher than that because it was only a 3/4 mile oval. By the time I was accelerating on the straightaway, it was time to decelerate for the turns.

On public roads, I have done 180 kph in Germany (and still got passed).

This does read like a teen movie plot.

I also wondered why you weren’t trying your bike tricks over a foam pit.

We just finished An American Werewolf in London tonight. I haven’t watched it in probably 30+ years. Hubby had never seen it. It held up as entertaining!