I had a CD with tracks of soothing sounds like the ocean or rain. It was obviously produced by a sadist because 13 minutes into each track was a very loud sound like a seagull squawking, a crack of thunder, etc.
Since May I’ve had a stent inserted, a lump on my thyroid (benign, thankfully), and a bunch of other stuff that needed testing. My wife was diagnosed with hypothyroidism, breast cancer (caught early and treated successfully), and just now was in diabetic shock for diabetes we didn’t know about. I’m tapped out and the end of this year can’t come soon enough.
True but they know what the largest size is and insisting that I pick between tall, grande, and venti is aggravating. Just say “That would be a venti” and get it.
Our garbage pickup just became mostly automated. They pull up with the truck, an arm extends and grabs the container, etc. We’ve been told they’ll no longer pickup anything placed next to the container. So how am I supposed to leave a tip and plate of homemade cookies?
No, most of the votes were cast at the voting booths