Even though I am SO glad you are out of our family and I am proud of my daughter who has rebuilt her life, I still might be capable of murder…
Since you’re such an expert on parenting, have you ever thought about writing a book or going on tour?
My husband’s very sporty best friend of 30 years had a fatal heart attack out of the blue this week. I can’t get out of my mind that his wife kissed him goodbye in the morning and hours later she was telling them to pull the plus --all while he still likely had dirty socks on the floor and a half done project in the yard. Literally, here today, gone tomorrow. It’s mind blowing. Still in shock.
I work from home in a basement office next to the laundry room. As such, I’ve told my wife and kids that I will happily do their laundry during the day (no skin off my nose, frees up their time). With that said, I’m getting really tired of washing my D’s thong underwear.
I am going to blow. And when I do, YOU get to figure out how to keep it together. Good luck, because exactly no one has any clue what has to be done. And if someone might know some of the things I do, no one has any idea how to do those things. This one really pushed me a lot closer to the door, and I might even go through it without a safety net on the other side.
It makes me sad when students post on the “chance me threads” and then get offended by the honest answers they receive. I hope that everyone realizes the hard answers come from a place of caring. I just want each and every student to invest as much time in their match and safety schools as their reaches. Dream but be realistic too!
Whoever accidentally invented wine in ancient times was really forward thinking, it really is the best medicine!
Cancer sucks. (sigh)
ps Not me. My mom continuing in her end of life journey with more bad news. I think the above statement is one too many of us can relate to and y’all have my sincerest prayers and/or best wishes.
So, it turns out the remodeling fixes went great. So then I beat myself up for losing hours of sleep because I was worried about it needlessly. Well, I’m nothing if not consistent! =))
Timely is an adjective.
Why yes it is a pain to have two of us go to the MVA to get the car GIFTED to you and make sure it is registered and titled correctly. No, I can’t just sign and then electronically send you all the info you need so you can do it at a place close to your house. And yes, I am taking a half day off work to help you and make sure it gets one correctly in 1 trip.
I guess a thank you for the car or the help would be way to much to ask for.
Oh my goodness, just leave stop thinking about me, stop paying attention to me, stop obsessing about me. And while you are at it, don’t ever, ever, show up at my home unannounced, my own daughter would have the manners to text first. And don’t walk in without knocking, or even hollering.
Stop judging how I handle this situation, yes, you have a God-given interest in it, except you lost your right to comment years ago when you chose not to be involved. It’s OK, I don’t ask or expect you to be involved, but stop obsessing and calling that other person to complain all about how I handle a situation that has affected me 24/7/365 for nearly a decade, during which time you’ve done almost nothing, and what you have done, you’ve complicated and made life more difficult for the rest of us.
Just go away and live a happy life and leave me alone. I won’t ask you to help me, I don’t expect it, I won’t guilt you, just freaking leave me alone and stop having so many opinions regarding a situation you are barely in touch with! Please go be happy, go back on your meds, go live your life, don’t try to live mine.
Hedge funds, man. If I’m going to have to file a Form 8886, it sure would be nice if I could lay out more facts than “the broker sold us a K-1 full of typos and tax shelters.”
To those girls whispering on the very first day of junior year about the impact of other’s class choices on class rank, just focus on your own learning, please! How I wish your class rank could be negatively impacted by your snarkiness!!
My DH spent the day filming your wedding; he is NOT a professional. Then he spent two days color correcting, merging and reducing the video so I could put it up on a (private) web page for you. I texted and emailed you the link. Your daughter said she could see it on her phone. I know you will write a lovely thank you; but is it THAT hard to think of texting back a thank you it worked? And maybe even reply to the email?
Funny how we are more outraged on DH and kids’ behalf than our own; I don’t care if they thank me ever (other than knowing it got there).
Oh, my. Now you’re lecturing your father and me about the mistakes we made raising you. Sorry about that, buttercup.
I don’t care if others are able to pay for it, I am not one of those others. I am so glad that I don’t have to see you again! I am this close to write a complaint email to the head of the department.
Wow, IRS, you are still so messed up. You instruct our CPA to make sure to write our full SSN on our paper check when we next pay you; we actually pay on YOUR website by electronic check so there’s no way for us to write ANYTHING on an electronic check. Wow—really messed up, IRS! Scary!
You know, there is a reason why I hold student workers in admission offices with contempts.
Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. Even if you refuse to admit the possibility.