Well said. My dad suffers from mental illness and addiction issues and refuses to accept help, or seek out help on his own. It’s easy to say “make a relationship work” but that’s not always the case, nor healthy for the person who is putting in all the effort.
Losing a parent at a young age puts you in a club where the only thing you want, aside from having to join, is to be the last member. Well done, Madoff. I don’t normally cry at 12:30 on Tuesday.
Also, if you construct the sandwich as such, from bottom to top in your Gladware, you will ensure a non-sog sammy:
Bread, bread, condiment, cheese, meat, lettuce, tomato. It’s that cheese barrier between meat / veggies and bread that makes all the difference
Used to work with a woman who would heat up tilapia and broccoli or asparagus in the break room fridge. Every. Single. Day. Surprisingly, she couldn’t ever figure out why no one liked her.
As some probably know, we have a new baby Rico in our house, and if any of my friends bought a plane ticket to Houston for his first birthday I’d have them detained by TSA at their departure airport to keep them from having to attend the party. Only required travel is from the godfather/mother for the Christening.
So we’re talking $400 per couple for a birthday brunch crawl? That’s a week’s worth of daycare (and yes, I now measure everything in “daycare dollars”).
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Well said. My dad suffers from mental illness and addiction issues and refuses to accept help, or seek out help on his own. It’s easy to say “make a relationship work” but that’s not always the case, nor healthy for the person who is putting in all the effort.
Haven’t seen or talked to my dad since I was 12 and it fucking sucks. Sorry I don’t have anything more insightful than that.
“I betchu $10 I can guess where you got yo shoes.”
Sooooo about the hookers down there…..
Either get ready, don’t pass judgment on your buddies, or both.
Dave, there’s no such thing as re-learning how to ride a bike. Hence the phrase, “it’s like riding a bike.”
My beard started turning more salt than pepper at 28. PGP.
Dave, your tone is all over the place today.
Losing a parent at a young age puts you in a club where the only thing you want, aside from having to join, is to be the last member. Well done, Madoff. I don’t normally cry at 12:30 on Tuesday.
Wait. Your wife judges how you do every single goddamn thing too? Happy it’s not just mine.
Regrettably, no.
Also, if you construct the sandwich as such, from bottom to top in your Gladware, you will ensure a non-sog sammy:
Bread, bread, condiment, cheese, meat, lettuce, tomato. It’s that cheese barrier between meat / veggies and bread that makes all the difference
**Microwave. Fridge is the opposite of microwave you idiot.
Used to work with a woman who would heat up tilapia and broccoli or asparagus in the break room fridge. Every. Single. Day. Surprisingly, she couldn’t ever figure out why no one liked her.
I believe this here to be D. Ruff’s alter ego, dave11686.
As some probably know, we have a new baby Rico in our house, and if any of my friends bought a plane ticket to Houston for his first birthday I’d have them detained by TSA at their departure airport to keep them from having to attend the party. Only required travel is from the godfather/mother for the Christening.
**Do it for the pants tent.
I stand with you, PGP Clay.
So we’re talking $400 per couple for a birthday brunch crawl? That’s a week’s worth of daycare (and yes, I now measure everything in “daycare dollars”).
He’s clearly not counting all the money his wife spent at Target / Pottery Barn / “I saw this on sale so it really wasn’t thaaaat much.”
You check out the new Goode Co. Cantina yet? Very very Goode.