That Moment...

TNW you realize your parents don't seem to grok that though they will forever be "X# of years older than you" that doesn't mean that you aren't also aging and that one's stamina for physical labor at 44 is not what it was at 19.

 

That moment when you realise that despite being nearly half a century old, your father still treats like a pre-schooler... grrrr!

 

The follow-up moment when you realize that the aforementioned moment will also probably never change. Such are the moments of life.

 

That Noment...
you catch someone else's mistake but don't want to tell them.

 

TMW you realize that N and M have been the quite little gay couple on the keyboard all this time, one right next to the other, no one the wiser. All the other other phonemes keep their distance from their related phoneme pairs, but not N and M. Trailblazer, them.

 

They aren't a gay couple, one is missing a stick.

 

No, they both have sticks. One just has a wicked right curve to it. M isn't terribly ambidextrous.

 

TMW you want to read that really interesting article and you click it and it requires you to "like" it on Facebook and follow it in order to read it so then you're like, fuck that bullshit article.

 

That moment when...

you discover your closest friend is having an affair with another friend's husband...

 

Oooo. That's a very Muriel's Wedding moment.

 

@Wreybies
Priceless... loved the video.

 

that moment when you sit there and realise that the reason why you feel so p***ed off is because you havnt written in four days...

 

TMW the simple fact that you're not afraid of a screwdriver or a wrench (spanner) and you're willing to just open the box and read the install instructions for (fill in the item from Home Depot) suddenly and FOREVER makes you "the one who knows how to do those things". Clear your calendar.

 

TMW you realize someone at your hubby's work is pushing Amway and your hubby doesn't know how to say no.

 

Uh-oh. That's not good.

 

That moment when you are perusing SkyMall and find yourself wanting to order some of that stuff.

 

That moment when you learn that the volume controller can be turned left

 

That moment your drunk cousin explains very loudly in front of everybody that she was still a jailbait when she first had sex with her older boyfriend...

... and that moment the same boyfriend -- now stamped pedo -- explains to you you are a pure, proper, princess-y woman in front of the same drunk cousin...

... while you're trying not to crack up at the irony 'cause you joined the "120/mph club" just yesterday.

 

That moment when joining the 120mph club.

 

TMW someone in the lunch group insists on showing off their math skills instead of just letting the server do split/separate tickets. You just know you're gonna get fuqed, and sure enough, sideways, no lube.

Seriously, for those not in the know, if you're out at a fairly modern restaurant where you see the servers entering orders on a touch screen, splitting/separating tickets is the simplest thing in the world and actually makes processing multiple credit cards or credit cards mixed with cash MUCH easier. I was a server and floor manager for 5 years during uni. Acting as the "table calculator" for your lunch pals just makes everyone uncomfortable because what I owe and how I tip is none of your business (I tip very well, always rounding up over the 20%, still, it's none of anyone else's business).

 

I would think if you were thrusting at 120 mph you would kill your partner. Just saying.

 

That moment you and your lover are getting intimate ... and mother-in-law calls.

 

It was the train that was going 120mph, not the thrusting.

That moment when you wake up next to your significant other, knowing you have two full days of only fun stuff to do and nowhere to go.

 

Now I know for a fact that if you get hit by a train going 120 mph that would be fatal. Do I look stupid?