DD8 filled a water bottle with milk. And forgot to empty it. Days ago.
I thought it just had water in it.
When DS got mobile, he would hide his bottles. Under the couch, behind the couch, in a box, etc. Every so often, I'd find one. It would immediately go into the trash.
When someone has to FB message you just to tell you they texted you. I've told this person repeatedly that I'm not glued to my phone and it may be longer than a nanosecond for me to respond.
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
I texted her hours ago. No response. Maybe she's dead? Maybe we should text her more. Do you have her on FB? Why don't you poke her?
I'm going to text her again. And again. And then FB her and ask her if she got my text. And then I'm going to blow up her feed and also poke her.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Twitter is SOOOOOOOO yesterday. I'm pretty sure she won't check there, but I could text and ask her!
Yes yes! Do that!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
All done. I called her but she didn't answer so I left a voice mail. I also texted her. Three times. AND, I left her a FB message. And emailed her. And sent her an alert on her FB page.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
This guy at work watches tv shows on his phone at lunch. In the lounge where 10 - 15 other people are sitting. He turns the volume up so he can hear it over our chatter and the tv that's in the room. Ear phones dude!
All done. I called her but she didn't answer so I left a voice mail. I also texted her. Three times. AND, I left her a FB message. And emailed her. And sent her an alert on her FB page.
Pet peeves... someone talks smack to you anonymously.
Another pet peeve is that others know who it is, or have an inkling of who it is, but they won't say who they think it might be because there really is no concrete proof. Meanwhile for all you know, you have made best friends with someone that could be the one that twisted the knife in your back during the worst year of your life.
Pet peeves... someone talks smack to you anonymously.
Another pet peeve is that others know who it is, or have an inkling of who it is, but they won't say who they think it might be because there really is no concrete proof. Meanwhile for all you know, you have made best friends with someone that could be the one that twisted the knife in your back during the worst year of your life.
If people know and don't tell, they're not very good friends either. Kind of hanging you out to dry . . .
I texted her hours ago. No response. Maybe she's dead? Maybe we should text her more. Do you have her on FB? Why don't you poke her?
I'm going to text her again. And again. And then FB her and ask her if she got my text. And then I'm going to blow up her feed and also poke her.
Okay - you take FB, and I'll message her on instagram. And send a snapchap.
You broke my interwebz with all your blowing up of my communicative devices!! To the corner with both of you!!
She started it!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Pet peeves... someone talks smack to you anonymously.
Another pet peeve is that others know who it is, or have an inkling of who it is, but they won't say who they think it might be because there really is no concrete proof. Meanwhile for all you know, you have made best friends with someone that could be the one that twisted the knife in your back during the worst year of your life.
Why as an adult do you care though?
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
I texted her hours ago. No response. Maybe she's dead? Maybe we should text her more. Do you have her on FB? Why don't you poke her?
I'm going to text her again. And again. And then FB her and ask her if she got my text. And then I'm going to blow up her feed and also poke her.
Okay - you take FB, and I'll message her on instagram. And send a snapchap.
You broke my interwebz with all your blowing up of my communicative devices!! To the corner with both of you!!
She started it!
Thank goodness Chef posted. I was about to start calling her repetitively and then hanging up when someone answered. . .
That's not as fun now though with caller ID.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
But you know what it is! So you're dated to! Nah nah nah nah NAH!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Glitter is sparkly and 69 is how fast I can go before attracting the attention of highway patrol.
Bwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, NOT. TOUCHING. THIS.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Glitter is sparkly and 69 is how fast I can go before attracting the attention of highway patrol.
Bwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, NOT. TOUCHING. THIS.
You already touched it! I SAW you!
And I'm wondering why it's all sticky!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
The exact same thing on multiple channels at the same time.
Right now, it's ROOTS. On 3 channels.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Glitter is sparkly and 69 is how fast I can go before attracting the attention of highway patrol.
Bwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, NOT. TOUCHING. THIS.
You already touched it! I SAW you!
And I'm wondering why it's all sticky!
Cuz DS was pretending to drive and he had toddler crud on his hands. He also sneezed on it. Nice, glittery droplets of snot.
You're welcome!
Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
All of his toys that have compartments you can open have ... stuff ... inside of them by the time I find it ... usually by smell.
So glad those days are over!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou