That Moment...

TMW you find a picture so odd that you just have to share it:

 

*confused Wilson noises*

 

Well, I suppose even horses need their beauty scans.

 

TMW you realize how close to the surface your irritable self is, or, to look from another angle, how shallow your nice facade is.

Like when you call to order a pizza with a coupon and the guy says, "that'll be $10.27" when you know that's way too much tax on a $7.99 order, and in fact you just used the same coupon last week: the guy says, "well, that's what the screen says, don't know what else to tell you:" and you say with some exasperation that it's not right, and he repeats "that's what the screen says," and you ask to talk to someone else and he says they're all busy, and you hang up in a less than pleasant manner. So you order the correctly priced pizza on online and when you arrive there are two pizzas waiting for you, and you have a mini-tantrum about stupidity, even though you know the guy probably wasn't well-trained and they apologize and you end up with your one pizza at the right price.

And the burst of mini-self-righteousness fades into self-criticism.

 

TMW you realize this hits too close to home for me.

 

That moment when you are the slowest one in your family...


©Alan Aspie

 

Are those cheetos?

 

TMW when the morning sun is shining under a pale blue sky and everything is greening, there's just the slightest breeze, your rabbit friend is basking in the sunlight a few feet from you, the robins are caroling, the woodpecker is watching you frm her nest in the tree, and you realize sometimes all is right with the world.

Guess it's a matter of timing, and where you look.

 

I would assume they're a Finnish version.
Here they would be called Wotsits.

 

Yes, the universal cheesy corn puff.
I did not at first understand the connection between the text and the photo, but I think I begin to see.

I wonder if there is just a layer of cheetos floating on bathwater, or whether the bathtub is entirely full of dried cheetos.

 

TMW you cast your mind back to the weddings you've attended, and realise that the only things you remember are:

1. what you wore,
2. the unusual things,
3. the negative aspects.

 

That moment when you wake up with not one, but two good story ideas. You know those ideas that have a really simple, strong concept at the core? The kind that real writers get? Yeah, I never have those, and now I have two. Can't wait to get cracking.

 

The problem with that is, while you're writing up the idea for one, you could forget the other one. Write very simple blurbs for each quickly before one fades like a dream after you wake up.

 

Did that at once. This ain't my first oneric rodeo, buddy

 

Ah, hence the name perhaps?

 

No, but that's a much better origin story than what actually happened.

 

They are called juustonaksu in Finland.

I suppose cheetos are about the same thing.

 

TMW the crisis fatigue has muted everything. Woke up to a 5.5 quake, which should have my FB feed lit like a Christmas tree with fellow Ricans losing their collective Latino shit, but today... nothing.

Spoiler: This morning's seismic action

 

TMW you begin seeing chocolate out of the corner of your eye, because it's been so long since you ate some.

... I think it might be time for me to go to the shop...

 

TMW you want to share something scary, cause you can't wait for Halloween.

 

Scariest part is the way they're making gunhand.

 

©️Gladiolus83
TMW you realize your little Mako isn’t so little anymore.

 

TMW you try to buy said chocolate, only to have to leave it behind, as you can't afford them on top of your essential foods. Though I did manage to buy a yoghurt and some love hearts...the latter of which has now made me ill.

Hands up who saw that part coming?