That Moment...

Woopsies!
On the plus side, you get to smell what boiling garlic is like. Have fun!

 

TMW you are stunned that you accidentally beat Animal Crossing: New Horizon when you get KK Slider (The guitar-playing dog) to your island.

 

TMW you know you're middle aged. Mrs. A is visiting her folks this week and it makes me happy because I'll have more time for lesson prep.

 

That moment when you're so drunk you're not afraid of vomiting anymore. You just straight-up welcome it.

I don't have a problem I swear.

 

That moment when your dreams taunt you by showing you what you want but never talk about.

 

That moment when you lose your airpod at the gym so you start using the tracker on your phone to find it.
The gym staff and other members are following behind you while you track and say "Oh, it's close. Right over here" about a dozen times.
Then you finally realize you've been tracking the other airpod that's still in your ear.

 

That moment when your internet shits the bed and you're now late for work and you hate everything because of it.

I'm livid.

 

TMW when you see a good hook line in a TMW thread.

 

T dog owner MW it's thundering and your dog is looking at you like you're a tauntaun and she's trying to figure out how to hide inside of you.

 

The poor thing. One of our dogs is afraid of thunder too. And fireworks. So I know how you feel.

 

That moment when you're considering writing your protagonist's drug trip out in full, even though you only need to use a small portion of it in your WIP.

Yes, it's still the same protagonist. Don't worry though, he's having the best birthday ever. Especially when he encounters the dinosaur.

 

Why yes, we do need an entire chapter of fun chasing LSD induced
ninja teddy bears around the party.

 

... you spend your last few days of furlough trying to get your body clock back into some kind of routine, ready for regular 06:20 starts again, so get yourself out of bed early morning after too little sleep in the hope you'll be tired enough to go to bed at a reasonable time, but then fall asleep on the couch at 19:30 and wake up again at 00:25, thus throwing your internal clock back on its head.

I'll probably have to do an all-nighter now to get back on track!

 

That moment when you decide to start putting things away only to have your brother say he's going to stream in about fifteen minutes. I know! I can put him on in the background (instead of the Bach I have going now because I'm that kind of woman), and then just work in the living room.

 

Wait till you get happy because it means more nap time.

 

Bach and Vivaldi hells yeah!!!

 

Back 20 or so years ago my family had five cats, two male and three female (all decommissioned and front-demilitarized). Whenever there was a thunderstorm two of the ladies and one of the boys would huddle together in terror under the bed. The other guy would sit next to the bed but not under it with a worried look on his face, and if there was a big boomer he'd join the fear-party.

The third lady though, whose mother was a papered show cat and whose father probably never quit bragging about his night with her to his buddies down at the dumpster, well, she knew a personal fireworks show when she saw it. She'd sit at the top of the cat tree near the window and just stare outside at the flashing lights and luxuriate in the bass notes of the thunder. I used to grab a beer, turn out the lights, and just chill with her whenever there was storm. I wasn't her favorite person and she wasn't my favorite cat of the gang, but come rumbly time we had something special together.

 

Your Bach-ground Muzik?

 

There's a story in James Thurber's My Life and Hard Times discussing a cantankerous dog they had. In those days dogs used to go out when they wanted and come home when called. Not that dog. The only way he would come home was when someone would take out this contraption made out of aluminum and wood, shake it loudly to sound like thunder -- the dog would come running home and dash inside to the basement.

 

TMW you find yourself wearing long-sleeve shirts at work, despite it being almost summer outside because it's stupidly cold inside.

 

TMW you're spray-painting a graffiti on a living room wall in your own apartament... because you're law-abiding, married and in 30s. Rudie can't fail!!!

 

Post pics when done?

 

If it will be any good. To be honest, I'm no Banksy.)))