The months right after Hurricane Maria are some of the vaguest memories I possess. I later learned that it's actually pretty normal for your brain to limit the "file-save" function during traumatic events. Last night a whole swath of "doing laundry in a bucket and finding places to dry it" memories came back to me.
TMW you are going for a walk with your dog, and he wants to take the right turn (shorter walk) because that’s what you have done for the last couple of days, but you surprise him by taking the left turn (longer walk), and he is totally delighted.
I used to walk my brother’s dog after his wife suffered a stroke, but he (the dog, not my brother) was the dumbest dog on the planet and wouldn’t have known the difference. As long as he was out of the house he was as happy as a PiS.
That moment when you're about to come on here and ask a dumb*ss question about portable defibrillators and then remember that the character who was supposed to be using one has big*ss magic and can just use his hands...
^ TMW you can relate to this. Like, “I know the answer deep down, I really shouldn’t ask but eff it.”
That moment when you actually bothered to put clean jeans on today, but you had to get down on your hands and knees to rescue a hedgehog and now your jeans need washing again.
TMW you're cross-stitching and you spell a month of the year wrong for the first time in your life and you have to unpick the damn thing. Grrr
That moment you roar with laughter during a joke miles before the punch line. Or when you're in a loud bar and someone fires a cheeky line at you and the bar randomly falls quiet just as you fire back twice as hard with the insult and everyone looks at you.
Or when you're high for the first time in a while and watching TV with friends and someone points out that you're laughing in all the wrong places.
That moment when someone at your auto shop graduated high school with you and you both just realize it years later.
Hey, don't get your knickers in a knot. While some of us, ahem, may deserve a prize more than others, none of us will get one in the end. Feel better?
That moment when your siblings come to you for resume and interviewing advice and you're the middle child. Doesnt bother me one bit! My sister has her first interview ever next week and my mom told her to call me. When my brother was job hunting, mom told him to call me. When my dad needed to update his resume, mom had him send it to me. Dont know how or why i am the point person on this, but, it is what it is