Stuff I saw on the internet last week: "Bedtime jeans"
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And I can’t help but marvel at the accuracy of this video:
REDDIT!
Look at this tiny criminal:
Yes, you’re an asshole, and you’re gonna get someone killed:
the real meat of the argument lies in my preference of driving with my left knee when possible. I'll admit that it is often just laziness that motivates it, as it is more comfortable to drive with my leg and let my arms rest for a while, especially on long trips. I only do so with my eyes on the road, and hands ready to jump back on the wheel, and I typically drive at slower speeds while doing this as well. Sometimes I use this technique to enjoy some food on the road, but again it is usually just laziness. I always wear shorts to drive so I have good "grip", and I only steer with my left leg, leaving my right free to work the pedals safely.
You have no idea what service dogs are like, and you’re infantilizing your son:
My ex's partner,who we'll be referring to as Mary, has a habit of getting involved in situations that do not concern her. She frequently tries to take over as "mother" when my boys are staying at their dad's house. She makes a point of butting into calls to talk to my boys and when Milo was was 15 she went out of her way to buy him the Harry Potter books in braille. She knew that this was our thing, we'd curl up on the sofa and I'd read the books to him.
Well, a while ago she decided to stick her nose in and suggested that Milo get a guide dog. He doesn't really go out on his own, he is always accompanied by a friend of family member. He was very sold on the idea and has started looking into applying for one as his GP apparently agrees with Mary. I am not a fan of this idea. Milo is perfectly capable of navigating his way around the house and he always has someone with him when he's outdoors, I just don't see why he'd need a guide dog. I also admit that I am a bit of a clean freak and like everything to be sitting tidy. That's just not possible with a dog, I am not having my home being covered in dog hair and having the furniture chewed up and jumped on. The boys begged for a cat for ages and the cat hair is bad enough. I am also not a big fan of dogs, I was bitten as a child and ever since I have always been a bit wary of them.
We had a disagreement about it yesterday and I snapped, telling Milo that he can get a dog if he wants but he is not living under my roof with it.
This family seems nice.
Craig and I laughed at this next one for quite a while (there’s an image below the link that’ll clear things up for you): My nephew got a card from his teacher and was stoked!! He read it, then instead of showing anybody, he sat pensively on the couch for a while. Finally a quiet voice asked, “Auntie....how long have I had autism?”
This one’s a couple of weeks old, but I want to give this person a standing ovation:
Other than us talking about not doing the usual, Thanksgiving didn't come up until yesterday. My kids have the week off from online school, and I was doing a puzzle with them before dinner when my husband walks in after work and says: "So did we get a turkey?"
I looked at him and said "Well, I know I didn't. Did you?"
He stared at me blankly and said "No. What do you mean? Do we need to get one still? Is it being delivered?"
I shrugged and said "I don't know nothing about no turkey."
The kids and he looked so confused, so I helped them along and said "I didn't buy anything. I didn't plan anything. No one said anything to me about Thanksgiving. Nobody offered to help meal plan, cook anything, do anything."
He blew up yelling at me about how I should have obviously known.
I said, why? I've literally never planned or made a Thanksgiving dinner in my life. The most I've ever done was help clean up or maybe peel the potato. I asked him why didn't HE plan anything, why didn't the kids plan anything? Why is everyone waiting until the last minute and dumping it on me?
He just sputtered and yelled and stormed off to his "office" and left me with the kids.
TUMBLR!
(via insomniac-arrest.)
(via baetology, thread found here.)
(via theocseason4, thread found here.)
(via realdumbasshours, thread found here.)
(via turtlepated, thread found here.)
ARTICLES!
Sorry To Burst Your Quarantine Bubble, The Atlantic
Using The Homeless To Guard Empty Houses, The New Yorker
Why America Still Can’t Quit the Air Fryer, Grub Street
That’s all for me today, gorgeous. Talk to you soon.
Love,
Kat
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