Honestly, they’ve become my uniform. Comfort - ✔️ Full range of motion - ✔️ Full coverage - ✔️
I upvote cat pictures!
Honestly, they’ve become my uniform. Comfort - ✔️ Full range of motion - ✔️ Full coverage - ✔️
High waist compression leggings are my go-to. Even when I’m cycling you can’t see the top of whatever underwear I chose to wear that day.
It is exhausting and you’re not wrong. Every. Single. Day. Another news story about something utterly and completely pants on head that Mango Mussolini tweeted/said/did. Can we please just not this time?
I make things in my spare time so I don’t tell people to go to hell during my work time. These things are not quite the same.
I didn’t realize Siri and the cats were conspiring. Yesterday I went into the living room to investigate a ruckus and found one of my cats sitting on the couch while the home pod in the window sill was playing Mumford and Sons.
I offset the gains from my one cup of coffee by chasing it with a sugar free Monster. Balance.
That, uh, was definitely a hard ‘r’ there. Jesus Christ.
I suspect this is similar to how someone is going to find my carcass.
I regret to inform them that that’s not how that works.
I laughed way harder at this than I probably should have.
Several years ago at my kids’ pediatrician’s office they hired a new doc. As soon as she started advocating raw milk I knew that was the last time we’d be visiting that office.
My nana used to have a collection of spoons in holders like this in her dining room. Thanks for the double hit of nostalgia and serotonin.
Goddamn, I love that speech every time I hear or read it.
Edit: unsaladed the thing.
The photo is kinda creeping me out in ways that I don’t have words for. Did someone leave the Necronomicon open again?
You know, maybe I’m getting old but I remember a time when the Republican Party wasn’t running on a platform that consists of nothing but batshit crazy. I’ve never been a Republican but there was some semblance of sanity there and not this soup sandwich of bathrooms and genitals. Jfc.
Tim Walz, America’s Dad.
I wonder if the meth cook-off is a separate event.
Florida Man (of god) you say? I am intrigued. I wonder what their potluck looks like.
Me. It’s me.
I refer to him as, “Voldemort lookin’ motherfucker”