What if that WAS the "adult"? Maybe that was big sister/brother who was supposed to be watching over a younger sibling. Disclaimer: Overall, societally, I think parenting skills these days are rather lacking. Schools are doing a poor job of in loco parentis (they appear to hew to the Spanish definition of "loco"), but parents are generally also doing a pretty horrible job of esse parens.
TMW your annual leave is finished and you have to go back to work after having enjoyed 12 days of glorious sunshine.
You know I had to read this a couple of times before I realised you were talking about an actual frog and not a book called The frog that had been swimming in the big fish tank.
Shit, innit? Work just robs you of so many better things you could be doing…. like still being in bed, for instance.
We had one of those once! It was informal--and conducted over the toilet--but she'd been with us for like 8 years.
My office had no such funeral for the fishy. Huh, I guess that's why it's always so cold in the spot where its tank used to be. Anyone know a cleric who can exorcise fish ghosts?
That moment when you hear your sister-in-law tell your niece to be quiet because people are still sleeping and then your niece comes over and sticks her hands on your face and says in her loudest whisper, "are you still sleepy?" Before turning to her mother and saying proudly, "we woke her up, mommy."
That moment when you're reahelving books and get excited by the 3D books (a lot of books now have Google Lense that you can aim your camera phone at the cover and the cover will move and the author will tell you about the book). Im going from shelf to shelf looking for those books with the excitement of a bird whose just found a shiny new bottle cap and a coworker says "you are having way too much fun with this...." Let me have my fun!
That moment when your library goes on temporary lock down because a crazy called to threaten to kill library staff (and went on a rant about who he'd kill first and why) ....... I just wanted a fun day today...
i imagine they have a webpage with staff names - it happens to us from time to time, all our names are a matter of public recird, so you get weirdos turning up at HQ and demanding to speak to xyz person because they want to 'kick their ass'
Some years back my daughter's pet rats died within days of each other, and we had them cremated. They still sit on our fireplace mantle, gathering dust.
Apparently hes been there every day this week, learning the schedules and names of people he was interested in. I'd never encountered him. My only interaction with him was today on the phone trying to keep him talking so the cops could track him
I had a few rats when I was a kid. They were fun pets. Now I've got a few thousand city rats invading my businesses. They are not good pets. We're catching like 20+ a week now in the traps. The health inspector actually complimented us on our rodent mitigation. They run the full inspection audit on any restaurant that doesn't admit to having an infestation.
Our left coast contingent will understand this one well, since they’re perpetually under water conservation conditions… I had to take the vanity cabinet out of a bathroom because of a leaking supply line. It took me forever to find the leak itself, and just haven’t had the chance to fix it because I have to cut into the wall, and take up some flooring. The leak is where the shut off valve is glued onto a piece of c-pvc piping, that’s eventually joined to copper.(I have to remove the c-pvc) That tiny drip fills a one gallon bucket daily. I’m making the best of it as I use that bucket to fill the dog’s water bowl, but still- one tiny drip leaking a gallon a day every day for however long it’s been leaking, plus the toilet that runs, and the faucet that drips. You just don’t realize how much this shit adds up til you get into chasing everything down and fixing it. Looking at our water bill we figured the neighbor was using our outside water bib while we weren’t home. We may own Mike and appology.
TMW your class ends one minute late which puts you into the "run and you might catch the train but tired and sweaty" window so you walk knowing that the connections you're putting yourself into will get you home not one, not ten, but twenty minutes late. FML
See, if you lived in the UK, you'd be fine as our trains are habitually late. There are *some* advantages of living in a country where punctuality is considered an optional extra.
Funny you should say this.... On my way home, the car directly behind me swerved, and his car carwheeled passed me and downed the powerlines.... -considers becoming a hermit-
