Why does the dog follow me into the toilet and sit to the left of me … as if he were sitting by the seat of the throne?
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Accidental users of technology — people whose preference would be to find a way of completing a task that avoids the use of technology, but who are not given a choice.
Guy to gal in cafe:
So you like hanging out with me but you don’t like me.The story of the stalking gardener will go up there with the three marriage proposals - Two marriage proposals were from serious, though unsuccessful, contenders. The third occurred on a first date. May I say also last date.
Have you watched – actually taken notice of – the family dynamics in The Flintsones and The Jetsons? These cartoons show the nuclear family in all its 1960’s glory with full gender role differentiation – the husband goes to work, sleeps, eats, yells (“Wilma!”) while the wife does the shopping, the housework, the child rearing, has a lovely meal on the table for their husband when they get home, and forgives the husband for their mis-derring dos. Sort of… remember the twin single beds in the Flintstones’ bedroom?
Why does the dog follow me into the toilet and sit to the left of me … as if he were sitting by the seat of the throne?
I wonder if kangaroo tastes like mouse?
My calculation of the ‘early’, ‘mid’ and ‘late’ age decade is straightforward. I will be in my early 40s right up to about a week before my 45th birthday, then in my mid 40s til I reach 49.
"My great-aunt Juliet was knocked over and killed by a bus when she was 85. The bus was travelling very slowly in the right direction and could hardly have been missed by anyone except Aunt Juliet, who must have been travelling fairly fast in the wrong direction."
Where has the year gone? I can’t remember Easter. Did we have it already?
Is there a law against double posting like there is double dipping?
By the time my dogs have pushed the door open, there is no room in my tiny little claustrophobic little potty room. (Well I can hardly call it a throne room its that small). And by the way is claustrophobia really a fear of small places or a fear of santa claustophobia – silly me that would be santaclaustrophobia.