My dogs were not siblings of each other. They were roommates forced together by circumstances.

“Hi, I’m here with Elvis. He’s my half-uncle on my mom’s side.”

I like “human”. I’ll ask strange dogs at the dog park “where is your human?”

I do similar to strange children that look lost at the grocery store–“where is your grown-up?” (I don’t want to assume their family structure, and an adult talking to them usually causes them to dash back to their adult. Doesn’t work the same way with dogs, tbh.)

It’s also off-putting when veterinary staff do it. I get that it’s easier than remembering the human client’s name, but I’m not my dog’s mom, for several reasons:

1. I’m not a woman. Y’all are just misgendering me.
2. He’s a son of a bitch, not a human
3. If he was the son of a human, that human was my grandma. I took him in after her death. That makes him my half-uncle.

And if a character of childbearing age and physique is nauseous, they’re pregnant.

My partner’s the tasty one in the relationship. I don’t wear lotion or anything, he just isn’t into my flavor :(

other hair may also be licked—my dog is really into beards and eyebrows. He also tries to get into ear canals. For him, though, you just need to wash off the tasty, tasty face oils. Then he gives a single lick and walks off in disappointment.

Date balder men.

That’s for the best.

(I’ll describe it in case you’re serious:

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• edit fixed spoiler tags because I love y’all.
• edit2 omg why won’t it spoiler? will desktop help?
• edit3 thank goodness.

You’d get awesome, patterned sunburn. It’d be great.

The book “How To Keep House While Drowning” had a similar takeaway for me: summary: you probably have ADHD. You definitely don’t have enough time to do everything. Figure out what tasks need doing and how to make them easier. Your house might not end up looking like a Home and Garden magazine, but if it works for you that’s the important thing. Also, don’t feel guilty paying people to help you if you need it and can afford it.

maybe instead of a pill that can kill an immortal you get a pill that can de-immortal an immortal. That way you still get the element of surprise. Everyone likes surprises, right?

My aunt knit me a pair of socks 30 years ago. They’re still kicking. I’ve darned them and I love them. They’re the color of clown barf because I was in middle school at the time.

I swapped to Kagi this month. It’s refreshing. I’ll probably end up on the $10/month plan. They also have a library pilot program I’m trying to get my academic library to look into.

or even if they do fit neatly and they just don’t want to explain their specifics (because it can be wicked burdensome/gets old/folks want you to justify your identity)

Shared with my Linux friend that is learning Spanish to better communicate with the almost-in-laws. They were amused.

update: so was their Windows boyfriend, who helped them with the “bless Gabe Newell” line.

Slaps car. You can fit so many cats in this baby.

Same, but my state. It was maybe 6 months after mine was stolen.

(technically, you can still sell them but the rules are strict. One of the ways was if the catalytic converter was attached to a car at the time. I think the other way was just more paperwork.)

ETA link to legislation

Yeah, I’ll start making major changes on this active system people are actively using while they are actively using it. Or… I could do it at 10pm when they’re all in bed and won’t write me nastygrams about interrupting their workflow.

I’m also thinking of things like roadworks, where you can either have land closures when folks are out and about or at night when there are fewer folks on the road and working with hot asphalt is less hot.

There are also some processes that need to be done at a certain temperature, like thermite welding rail (skip to like 4:00). So, either you air condition the railroads or you weld when the outside temperature is right.

Wait, only 2 digits for the year? What in the Y2K is that?