I also think they may have stopped teaching envelope writing in school, as well as formatting of a letter.
My kids both were taught letter writing, Franny in 3rd grade, Isaac in 2nd. But honestly, if a kid is taught letter writing in elementary school but doesn't use that skill on a regular basis, they are going to need a bit of a refresher when they get that first office job. It's not that they haven't been taught it, it's that writing an actual letter takes an entirely different level of mastery than writing a pretend letter to a kid in another classroom.
I don't think I am afraid of snakeskin- but the last time I saw one - I was yelling snake - it's a snake! Just like. The badger badgered bager video.
So you snake people aren't afraid of getting constricted, just of getting bit? I gotta admit, I don't want to be squeezed to death, and some of those puppies make me think of nothing else.
I fucking give up with spicy food. I don't know if it's meds, or it's aging, but I GIVE UP. I can't eat anything the Indian staff offer me--or at least not more than one. My mouth hurts. It was tasty, but my mouth hurts. Also, shit, it's ten o clock. Gimme sweet, not savoury.
I have an intern. I am not sure about all this. What's weird is that my boss keeps looking at me blankly without giving clear instructions and expecting stuff to happen. Uh, what do you
want?
So you snake people aren't afraid of getting constricted, just of getting bit?
I'm not down with the constricting. I saw that video and that is all I could think of. I love hugs but from people, thank you. No snakes.
As for cleaning and laundry, etc? Read the fucking labels and the machines. That's all I did, and have only ruined maybe 3 things in the wash since age 18. That should not be confusing.
This assumes the clothes have labels. Many of mine don't. This is the peril of secondhand clothing. (I grew up largely in hand me downs, and now shop mostly on eBay.)
That said, sorting laundry has never been my problem, and I rarely ruin clothing (Paul, on the other hand, has never figured out which care labels can be ignored, and which you need to keep in mind.) No, I was the one who was banned from doing laundry in my teens after I accidentally flooded the basement.
Which, hey, I took full advantage of, and would bring my clothing home with me during my college years, and let my mother have the joy of washing it.
I mean, I could do laundry, but if someone's banned you from their laundry room, yet wishes you to save money by not going to the laundromat...
Whenever she complained, I did point out to her that she's the one who put the ban in place.
THAT IS A BIG PINK FONT! WOW!
Thanks, guys!
eh, she could have lifted the ban had she wanted.
I flooded it ONE TIME! And it wasn't even that bad. It was just an oversuds incident. I accidentally put in too much laundry detergent, which I wouldn't have done again, but nooooo. My mother is stubborn, and did not believe I would learn from my mistake, and thought I'd ruin her washing machine or something.
