Everyone else in your life that isn't immoral (if you're the only one who is) dies eventually, so every time you make a friend or start a family, you do so knowing that you will have to watch them all die someday.
Blue and black because I think I look better in those colors compared to other colors.
Get an electric paraffin wax bath for hands. They're like $40 or less and are reusable as long as the wax remains clean. You dip your hands into the melted wax and then peel it off a few minutes later and your hands feel amazing. It's also great in the winter time when your hands get dry and cold .
I have some spices that are probably pushing 15 years that are just fine.
Yup, exactly. It just seems like there's no time to relax when you have kids, you always have to be "on".
I used to take a bus home from work, and a woman that lived in my apartment took the same bus, so we always ended up walking into the building together. I'll never forget that EVERY time when she opened her apartment door, you could hear two little kids yell "MOMMY!" the second that door was opened. Maybe some people love that, but to me it always filled me with a sense of dread and exhaustion. Here was this woman who just spent a full day at work and now she has to come home and essentially start her second job of being with her kids, who of course want all her attention. I felt horrible for her, and it wasn't like she was skipping home all happy to see them, either.
It's awesome. Sure, I have moments in life that suck regardless, but in those moments I always think to myself "Wow, this would be even worse if I had kids."
This is what happens when you get two "LOOK AT MEEEE!" people on one stage at the same time
I live in a humid climate (especially in the summer), and if we don't refrigerate our bread and tortillas, or any baked goods, they get moldy in like 4 days.
It's because the coffee makes you shit the cancer right out
Had an absolute asshole of a Lieutenant over my platoon while deployed to Iraq. We get there and they're issuing out bed linens. We're all thrilled because we're getting actual beds and not cots. This motherfucker refuses the linens because "they have flowers on them", then proceeds to demand a cot for himself. He slept in the cot in his sleeping bag instead.
He was also Mormon, attempted to proselytize every second he got, and proudly declared his virginity (he was in his late 20s at the time) when NO ONE ASKED to hear about that shit.
We had access to a BK at one of the FOBs I frequented in Iraq and although I've never been a huge fast food fan, that stuff was so good. It's a huge morale booster. I'm sure that sounds simplistic as fuck, but you really come to appreciate the little things when you're deployed.
Ladies, divorce your Republican husband while you still can.