Definitely coasting right now. It’s 1:20 local time and I’ve done maybe one hour of real work today. I’m going to be putting in three months of 12-14 hour days soon enough so I see this as canceling out.
Absolutely worth it. Last weekend we made a beef and potato stew. Took about an hour from prep to cooked, when doing this with a normal pot would take about 3 hours. Then last night we made beef stroganoff. Took about 45 mins from start to finish and was super easy to make and clean. Meat ends up being cooked really well.
My company only gets stock market holidays off so we’re open one Christmas Eve, New Year’s Eve and everything in between. But on the flip side we get 25 days of PTO a year so I guess it all evens out.
I’ve come to the conclusion that Eric is actually never going to fuck up with Alyssa. The two of them will live happily ever after with a nice house in the burbs, 2.5 kids and a picket fence house.
Maybe it’s just me, but when I was a kid, I didn’t really care where pizza came from. Pizza was pizza. I devoured it if it was from Domino’s, I devoured it if was from some nice pizza place and I devoured it if it was from the Safeway down the street.
Actually, come to think of it, I still feel that way now.
Flight delay any day of the week. Losing luggage sucks plus Chase would give me a free hotel night and pay for my dinner thanks to their Sapphire Reserve’s flight delay insurance.
My girlfriend wanted to put up our tree and decorate this past Saturday morning. So I did what every good boyfriend should do: I parked my ass on the couch, turned on the Michigan/Ohio State game and started putting hooks into our ornaments and then blindly handing them to her. It was the best of both worlds: I watched the game and did just enough to help her where she didn’t bug me that I wasn’t helping decorate.
The first round of NFL playoffs is on the first weekend of January and the CFP championship game is the very next Monday so if you can make it to the second weekend without drinking, I’d say that’s a resounding success.
Ahh the questions about work. Most of my family still thinks I do taxes (I won’t touch taxes with a 20 foot pole) so when I tell them that work is good, but busy season is around the corner, they start asking me for tax advice and how much they can write off before the year is over.
With the CDC warning about eating lettuce due to the e.coli outbreak, it’s almost as if the food gods are telling me to stop eating salad for the next month. I guess I’ll have to oblige.
Already had an early Thanksgiving dinner with my girlfriend’s family this past weekend, where I killed a bottle of Oban by myself. We’re spending it with my family tomorrow and my family only drinks Hennessy or mediocre vodka so my choices there are limited.
I can’t believe I just spent five minutes reading about a fictional character’s indecisiveness about cranberry sauce and actually enjoyed it. Well done, Will.
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Definitely coasting right now. It’s 1:20 local time and I’ve done maybe one hour of real work today. I’m going to be putting in three months of 12-14 hour days soon enough so I see this as canceling out.
Congrats on the regretful sex with the ex.
Absolutely worth it. Last weekend we made a beef and potato stew. Took about an hour from prep to cooked, when doing this with a normal pot would take about 3 hours. Then last night we made beef stroganoff. Took about 45 mins from start to finish and was super easy to make and clean. Meat ends up being cooked really well.
My company only gets stock market holidays off so we’re open one Christmas Eve, New Year’s Eve and everything in between. But on the flip side we get 25 days of PTO a year so I guess it all evens out.
The ramen in the stock photo looks amazing. I now know what I’m getting for dinner tonight.
I’ve come to the conclusion that Eric is actually never going to fuck up with Alyssa. The two of them will live happily ever after with a nice house in the burbs, 2.5 kids and a picket fence house.
And if you’re traveling using a flight you booked with your UR points, then you’re REALLY living that #perklife.
Maybe it’s just me, but when I was a kid, I didn’t really care where pizza came from. Pizza was pizza. I devoured it if it was from Domino’s, I devoured it if was from some nice pizza place and I devoured it if it was from the Safeway down the street.
Actually, come to think of it, I still feel that way now.
I wouldn’t mind that at all, I love that card like Girl loves Instagram.
Flight delay any day of the week. Losing luggage sucks plus Chase would give me a free hotel night and pay for my dinner thanks to their Sapphire Reserve’s flight delay insurance.
My girlfriend wanted to put up our tree and decorate this past Saturday morning. So I did what every good boyfriend should do: I parked my ass on the couch, turned on the Michigan/Ohio State game and started putting hooks into our ornaments and then blindly handing them to her. It was the best of both worlds: I watched the game and did just enough to help her where she didn’t bug me that I wasn’t helping decorate.
I bet Caroline thinks that Girl is a poor.
How does your wife feel about you making relationship decisions based on the whims of your mother?
The first round of NFL playoffs is on the first weekend of January and the CFP championship game is the very next Monday so if you can make it to the second weekend without drinking, I’d say that’s a resounding success.
Ahh the questions about work. Most of my family still thinks I do taxes (I won’t touch taxes with a 20 foot pole) so when I tell them that work is good, but busy season is around the corner, they start asking me for tax advice and how much they can write off before the year is over.
Can’t wait for next week’s installement – I’m Engaging in the Chase: Sleeping With Your Ex is a Bad Idea.
Or in Emily’s case, a solid 10.
With the CDC warning about eating lettuce due to the e.coli outbreak, it’s almost as if the food gods are telling me to stop eating salad for the next month. I guess I’ll have to oblige.
Already had an early Thanksgiving dinner with my girlfriend’s family this past weekend, where I killed a bottle of Oban by myself. We’re spending it with my family tomorrow and my family only drinks Hennessy or mediocre vodka so my choices there are limited.
I can’t believe I just spent five minutes reading about a fictional character’s indecisiveness about cranberry sauce and actually enjoyed it. Well done, Will.