Say it here cause you can't say it directly- the get it off your chest thread (Part 1)

I hope it’s not too late but if someone doesn’t step up soon, this is not going to end well.

So proud of you - I know we are a minority where we live but so glad you get to experience peaceful protesting and so glad your school supports it. Nice pic!

My heart is breaking. Hearing your tears and disappointment and frustration and depression. You are so far away, and all I want to do is put my arms around you and hug you. The hardest part of being a parent is watching a child go through something really tough and not being able to fix it for them. No truer words have ever been said.

Damn you chicken. I really tried to eat you and did enjoy you and here I am sick again.
But at least you proved that my poultry intolerance is a real thing and not in my head.
So hard to not eat poultry of any kind including whole eggs.
People think I am making it up.

Nordstrom, you always come through for me. Hands down, best department store ever!

Ok, universe, let’s get it in writing and give him a start date. I need to have a break in worrying for him!

I think it’s time to make an offer.

Just breathe. Think it through. You have had a bad event with a very high risk population. Don’t ignore all you know and be driven by fear alone. Keep working from expertise and relevant data points, not on creating blanket policies that are one size “fits” all and overly restrictive for some.

I know it is disappointing. You all had done so well & to not make it to the end is hard. I know it is part of life but, I wish I could make things better for you.

The epidemic of home burglaries around here by drug addicts is scary!

It’s no wonder you chose to move far away from your family all those years ago. Even the one sibling that you get along with is turning out to be a jerk

Can’t we talk about controversial subjects like adults?

No, he’s not moving back here! He doesn’t want to come back here! What’s he going to do, stay on the couch, gain even more weight, wind up working at a plant, where he’ll die of asbestos before he’s 50? No, No, No! I did not stop at one child and make all these sacrifices so he could become another statistic.

Of course you got it. Go get 'em! I’m going to run out of superlatives before you’re 18…

How did you wind up the president of our board? You don’t understand the mission, you don’t appreciate the volunteers, and you treat the staff like dirt. You sneak changes into the consent agenda as if they’ve been voted on. You support the fundraisers to the minimum degree possible or not at all. You’re really hurting us. Please go away.

I just cannot figure out how it is ok to argue about everything I tell you when you are the one
who asked me. If you want to learn to cook in my kitchen then you will not use the wrong
utensil on my pans. Please! Either be a student or get your own kitchen ~X(

I think I’ve handled your being retired pretty good. But I’m getting a little tired of all the “you” time and your ability to hardly find any time for home tasks. I’m not asking the world! But when three one hour tasks cannot be completed in a month I’m starting to lose it. What I could do with an extra 40+hours per week…

You’re adulting magnificently. Hope the universe reciprocates.

I’m sorry. I don’t mean to interrupt your day, so I’ll just whisper a hint: if you’re in the left lane, with a car dirctly on your right side, it may not - just a thought for your consideration - it may just not be the best idea to turn right. Also, it’s not always a great idea to drive when your license was lifted. These are just suggestions.

And may I also suggest you not do these things when it’s my son you ran into. YOU MORON. We’re lucky you didn’t kill someone.

How could my mom’s best friend die two weeks ago and no one from the friend’s family call to let her know? They’ve been best friends for 65 years. Everyone in that family has known my mom for years and knows that my mom meant the world to her. My mom called her friend’s OOS assisted living facility this afternoon after her last letter was returned and was told ever so kindly that her friend had passed a couple of weeks ago. My mom was devastated. I hugged her for hours. What’s the matter with you people?