with fond remembrance

The way not one, not two, but three of my cell phone games have levels called “Super Hard” with absolutely no irony just goes to show that the creators were not in their twenties when Beavis and Butthead was created.

Lordy how I haaate vacuuming the stairs—like the groan is epic and the eye roll is akin to a slot machine on the fritz—but once it’s done? Dang if I’m not prancing around the house with my shoulders back like “I am a superior human and have earned my places in society and heaven.”

This podcaster just made me laugh when she said “I’ve had it with the Nice Guy™️ who thinks the passage of time erases your memory. “

He did that.

#mustaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard

I tell you, the hyperosmia of menopause is pretty incredible. I was in the middle of a steamy-ass 100° Sumits practice with 25 other people and I was able to pluck out of the air the distinct smell of celery.

Celery.

This is a completely random thought for 6:16am, but I have never understood couples who come to blows over how the toothpaste tube is squeezed.

Well yay. Look who had enough Prime points to get a free rental of what I hope is Brandy kicking grandma’s ass

Just received a page from the answering service to accept a patient for direct admission for “chirrosish” and now I wanna know what the dispatchers had for lunch