Strikes me as one of those things where the marriage is about the wedding, not the wedding being about the marriage. But I don’t know them, so I could be (and hope I am) very, very wrong.
Except a lot of employers do *not* give you enough time off to attend all the days like that. I do wonder, though, if that means the people without spouses and/or kids can take extra days off now and then to attend their best friend’s birthday, help their neighbor who’s ill, etc.
Years ago, before cell phones were a thing, I had an online friend I began talking on the phone with. We (both female) would talk about all sorts of things, including some personal stuff. Then one day, I hear something funny on her end, and I ask if someone picked up the phone on her end.
She said it was her husband–he listened to all her phone calls. Always.
Bitch, gimme that brownie.
Strikes me as one of those things where the marriage is about the wedding, not the wedding being about the marriage. But I don’t know them, so I could be (and hope I am) very, very wrong.
Why the fuck is birthday WEEK a thing? And I’m not jealous just because I haven’t had a cake, party, or wrapped birthday gift in twenty years.
Claire took away his phone on the first “date,” and didn’t give it back until the next day. There’s a good chance she’s as bad as Girl.
Oh, SNAP.
I can dance, I simply do not enjoy it.
She has gone Full Cunt on us.
The article reads insufferably, but I have to admit, I looked up that guy and his orchestra, and it’s pretty damn good music.
I feel uneasy now.
Am female. You can put on a sweater much more easily than someone else can cool down.
Five bucks she was wearing it with shorts. And flip flops, for the bonus.
Except a lot of employers do *not* give you enough time off to attend all the days like that. I do wonder, though, if that means the people without spouses and/or kids can take extra days off now and then to attend their best friend’s birthday, help their neighbor who’s ill, etc.
Years ago, before cell phones were a thing, I had an online friend I began talking on the phone with. We (both female) would talk about all sorts of things, including some personal stuff. Then one day, I hear something funny on her end, and I ask if someone picked up the phone on her end.
She said it was her husband–he listened to all her phone calls. Always.
That was the last time we talked.
I can only imagine that room was filled with the constant shuffle of rubber on the floor, and the “flap flap” of flip flops. I shudder.
He forgot to wash the glasses. HE FORGOT TO WAAAASHH THE GLASSESSSS!
*red alert sound*
They got him about five minutes go. They knocked out a window and snagged him on the 21st floor.
It also left out poor Sperry.
I have a friend with a half sleeve he waited to get until he was after 40. It looks fantastic and it does enhance his appearance IMO.
He’s the only one.
Tittoo.
He needs to stop. He is who they wrote a South Park episode about.