Spent the weekend setting concrete deck foundations and repairing gutters. Never been happier to plop down at the desk and sip the dark stuff all day. Happy closings to all!
Mom had a wooden paddle with a magnet on the back. She kept it on the front of the oven, so any time I got a snack or passed through the kitchen to play where the SNES was downstairs, I would see it. Intimidation tactic game: 100.
Ever had that gross, salty, lip-lick on the way home (to shower) from the sweat drying? How could any human ever be content having that ALL OVER THEIR BODY?
Halloween always and forever will be a house-party holiday to me, so in that sense I love it. I also love the high-horse try-hards correcting people on “St. Patty’s” vs “St. Paddy’s.” Guess what. Still don’t know which is “correct,” I’m not going to care which is “correct,” after you tell me, and everything this day revolves around consuming is bad trash anyway.
Its chilly for May, even by the Mitten’s standards, so I’m back on the steamy stuff today. The new office Keurig came yesterday and I’ve got a drawer full of power pods full of the good stuff. It’s Friday, gang; close like you’ve never closed before!
Office is finally getting a coffee maker today. Petitioning to have it placed at my desk, as I have the most room, and the greatest caffeine demands here. This day is looking up, gang; bright sun and dark roast wishes.
Amen, brother. I will say, realizing these things early on has made me appreciate them and I guess, “enjoy them” more, for lack of a better term. There are definite advantages to older parents and family, but the one huge drawback will hit hard.
My parents had me pretty late in life, and as a result, most of my family is much older than my friends’ counterparts. Mid-late sixties, if not early seventies. I had mostly come to terms with this long ago, but last week, my childless aunt and uncle asked me to be one of the few people on their “end of life team” to make decisions if incapacitated, as well as being an executor of their estate.
As you grow up, the people in your family are like the big elm in the backyard; strong, providing shade, and comfort. It’s hard seeing them enter their own autumns, with the leaves starting to thin on the branches you thought would be strong and full forever.
I’ve used a a variant of the pet excuse for years, after I actually did use it for real once: “I need to feed/walk/ out my friend’s cat/dog while they’re out of town this week.” Always there when you need it.
Had already guzzled half a pot only to find, when I strolled into the office ready to close deals and open minds, that my work-wife dropped off an iced frap at my desk out of the kindness of her golden heart. Now, I’m wound-up and dialed-in to soar into a four-day weekend. Heading out East first thing tomorrow for crab cakes and street rods. May the wind be at at your backs and the sun on your face, gang.
It sets a dangerous precedent. I staunchly refuse to watch videos sent through group chats, and outside of maybe two people I know, I’m not clicking any article links either, barring a requested “source?” to substantiate a likely-bullshit claim. Unless you screengrab the reason you’re sharing it (which is inevitably never more than two sentences these days) or summarize it yourself, I don’t care.
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Yup! Never cared until I got a house, and suddenly it became “let’s see if I’ll need to replace my roof today,” every morning.
While I prefer paper towels for time and sanitary reasons, the stronger hand dryers present the opportunity to make hand farts. Hard to pass that up.
Spent the weekend setting concrete deck foundations and repairing gutters. Never been happier to plop down at the desk and sip the dark stuff all day. Happy closings to all!
Mom had a wooden paddle with a magnet on the back. She kept it on the front of the oven, so any time I got a snack or passed through the kitchen to play where the SNES was downstairs, I would see it. Intimidation tactic game: 100.
This is why I like it here. Good advice.
Ever had that gross, salty, lip-lick on the way home (to shower) from the sweat drying? How could any human ever be content having that ALL OVER THEIR BODY?
If there’s anything Illinois and Michigan can come together on, it is mocking Ohio for managing to set a body of water on fire.
Halloween always and forever will be a house-party holiday to me, so in that sense I love it. I also love the high-horse try-hards correcting people on “St. Patty’s” vs “St. Paddy’s.” Guess what. Still don’t know which is “correct,” I’m not going to care which is “correct,” after you tell me, and everything this day revolves around consuming is bad trash anyway.
Seger rules.
Congrats!
Its chilly for May, even by the Mitten’s standards, so I’m back on the steamy stuff today. The new office Keurig came yesterday and I’ve got a drawer full of power pods full of the good stuff. It’s Friday, gang; close like you’ve never closed before!
Office is finally getting a coffee maker today. Petitioning to have it placed at my desk, as I have the most room, and the greatest caffeine demands here. This day is looking up, gang; bright sun and dark roast wishes.
Larry Local is a real dingus. I hope you toss your empty ‘Bucks cup in his trash bin every time you walk by his desk. Born free, baby.
Amen, brother. I will say, realizing these things early on has made me appreciate them and I guess, “enjoy them” more, for lack of a better term. There are definite advantages to older parents and family, but the one huge drawback will hit hard.
My parents had me pretty late in life, and as a result, most of my family is much older than my friends’ counterparts. Mid-late sixties, if not early seventies. I had mostly come to terms with this long ago, but last week, my childless aunt and uncle asked me to be one of the few people on their “end of life team” to make decisions if incapacitated, as well as being an executor of their estate.
As you grow up, the people in your family are like the big elm in the backyard; strong, providing shade, and comfort. It’s hard seeing them enter their own autumns, with the leaves starting to thin on the branches you thought would be strong and full forever.
I’ve used a a variant of the pet excuse for years, after I actually did use it for real once: “I need to feed/walk/ out my friend’s cat/dog while they’re out of town this week.” Always there when you need it.
I felt that one right in he chest just reading it, and immediately flashing back through all the times it showed up for real. God.
Had already guzzled half a pot only to find, when I strolled into the office ready to close deals and open minds, that my work-wife dropped off an iced frap at my desk out of the kindness of her golden heart. Now, I’m wound-up and dialed-in to soar into a four-day weekend. Heading out East first thing tomorrow for crab cakes and street rods. May the wind be at at your backs and the sun on your face, gang.
Fish and bread, most likely.
It sets a dangerous precedent. I staunchly refuse to watch videos sent through group chats, and outside of maybe two people I know, I’m not clicking any article links either, barring a requested “source?” to substantiate a likely-bullshit claim. Unless you screengrab the reason you’re sharing it (which is inevitably never more than two sentences these days) or summarize it yourself, I don’t care.