That Moment...

Are you calling me ugly!?

 

TMW an EFL student is having trouble understanding the verb "to soak", so you pour just a little bit of your tea onto the table, then pull out your pocket hanky, which feels like a washcloth, but, you soon find out, has the approximate absorbancy of mylar.

However, the students did understand what I was going for, and I learned that a 1" square drop of tea can be pushed around and cover nearly a square yard of tabletop...

 

That Moment When you are taking your clothes off preparing to take a shower, and you decide to spend a few minutes clipping your fingernails. You look up...and see that in the adjacent room's windows, the blinds are up and you see a pair of legs belonging to a painter painting your house.

In other words, he may have caught a glimpse of me in nothing but underwear.

 

That moment when you drank a soy sauce instead of a cola...

(i know i was so sleepy that time lol)

 

Ouch. Worst thing I ever did was mistake yogurt drink for milk. I sprayed it all over the kitchen because my mouth thought it had gone off.

 

IHOP has a desert stack of pancakes topped with whipped cream and cinnamon sauce.

Their normal pancakes are also topped with a white glob of what looks like whipped cream when you're not paying attention

 

That moment when you're sick of rescuing pairs of copulating frogs.

Also that moment when you look out of the window and see your cat munching on some freshly laid frogspawn that he dragged out of the pond.

 

That moment when you realize your baby daughter is going to be three months old in two days, and she's turning into the happiest little smiley baby you've ever seen.

Where did all the time go?

 

You must not have kids. Because you don't seem to know much of shit about it.

 

I'm not going to apologize. This is not my first kid. I'm not naive.

Everytime I post something in here about my daughter, you have some smart ass comment about it. It's not funny. You're not funny. You sound like a child.

 

TMW you go to Deli's for lunch, but you see something sad: A homeless teen sitting on the side of the road looking as if he were crying, with a thick blanket to the side.

Three people went up to him, but I wasn't able to see what became of it. I did, however, see one of the people carrying three boxes worth of food, so hopefully one of them was meant for the homeless teen.

 

Thanks, Moose, for not allowing that to devolve further than it needed to.

I was probably being oversensitive as well as I'm sure there wasn't direct malice in your words.

We can absolutely move on from here without falling out. I think you're a wonderful part of this forum and if I thought otherwise I would have just put you on ignore, but, to me, that would be me missing out more than anything else.

I appreciate your words, man.

 

That moment when you realise that typing up timelines is REALLY ****ING BORING.

Followed by that moment when you realise how much your timeline will need editing when you finally finish typing it up, and then the moment when you realise that editing the timeline is probably going to be really ****ing boring as well.

 

TMW you snap out of how much fun you're having typing up timelines and remember that everybody else in the world thinks that reading them would be REALLY ****ING BORING

 

I think £230's okay for starting a hobby - think bikes & surfboards. You need to make, or buy a beehouse, and also show the Queen who's boss. I don't know how to do that, maybe with marmite?

 

I dunno, but you're good at that sort of thing. When I started the snail farm they all slid next door in the first hour

 

Good luck. Not sarcastic, serious; I've got a friend who started beekeeping about five years ago, he's got several colonies now and is making a bit of money selling honey at festivals and such. I'd try it, but I'm not putting a hive on my apartment balcony.

 

Ok, that made me feel a little better

... That moment when you finally finish typing up that really ****ing boring timeline and realise just how much editing it needs before it can be used to create a proper outline for your novel.

 

You may be secure in your masculinity, but what's the excuse for your God-awful tastes?