The short little non-capitalized usernames, I know how it is, sometimes I get us confused.
My needing to eat all the things last week was due to the rejection of the possibility of growing another human.
The timing doesn't seem right for that, but my body has gotten harder to predict, so who knows?
Ha!
I was up late watching live streams from Ferguson. Depressing, but not as horrifying as it was last year.
Part of my day consists of familiarizing myself with HIGHSCHOOL GRADUATION REQUIREMENTS. Saying 9th grade seems easier than planning out the next 4 years in an afternoon. Registration is tomorrow.
OK, I think 4 weeks is too long to leave tuna salad in my fridge. Really should have made a backup plan for lunch...
You sure that tuna salad can't walk out on its own?
CJ starts EMT classes tomorrow and his fire science program in a couple of weeks. He won't admit it, but he is freaking out.
You sure that tuna salad can't walk out on its own?
Send it out to get you a sandwich.
Smells too nasty to inflict on an innocent sandwich-maker, even if I trusted it to come back. Have a "rib sandwich" from the vending machine, my confidence level that it will be satisfying is low.
Smells too nasty to inflict on an innocent sandwich-maker, even if I trusted it to come back.
Once tuna salad has gone bad, you can never trust it again.
Ooh, but now I want tuna salad.