That Moment...

TMW your honeymoon destination options are effectively decided by proxy of the government.

 

Well, you could wait......there should be a vaccine in, what....10 years time? By then, you'll have kids so you can do a double trip - Walt Disney World & Honeymoon in one! Good value for your money!

 

Interestingly, it's nothing to do with covid-19 and associated travel restrictions. This is about visa restrictions, so it's different government based fun.
And as an aside, there will be no children.

 

TMW you realize how thoroughly you've managed to decaffeinate yourself during the shutdown. I used to need a can of Red Bull just to find my classroom, but I've just had two cups of iced coffee and I'm bouncing off the ceiling like a toddler on meth*.

Spoiler: *

Don't give meth to toddlers. Or anyone else for that matter.

Spoiler

One of my buddies invited me and a whole bunch of other people to his house for Thanksgiving once. His daughters, aged three and four, managed to snag a wine cooler that someone had left within reach. Repeating the experiment would definitely be child abuse, but damned if drunk toddlers weren't one of the funniest things I've ever seen.

 

Too late! Science hath called and we must answer.

 

TMW you learn that someone from your past has been busted - like seriously busted - for a non-small-time crime (securities fraud to the tune of eight digits, and not entry-level eight digits, no, keep moving up the number line... go on... keep going...)

 

Oooh, oooh, I got one like that, too, a few years back. Not as bad, by the sounds of it, but the sister of my mate got into serious debt gambling online. She worked as a manager of a pub and stole £30,000 off them over the course of a few months to pay it off.
When I knew her at school she was always one of the ones you thought butter wouldn't melt in their mouth. It feels SO weird when you see them in the paper.

 

TMW you feel like a colossal dumbass because you hadn't been wearing your mask at work like you were supposed to, and now your family is super pissed at you.

 

That moment when you glance in the mirror and realize you've kind of let your hair go to shit the last few months. And now it's massive.

No one will notice if it's in a ponytail. It's all good.

 

I'm right there with you. I was badly overdue for a cut when everything shut down and still haven't done anything about it. I've gone from early Beatles shag to late Beatles Lennon in a matter of months.

 

It keeps getting bigger and I keep stretching out my hair ties.

 

So are they sick? And did you give it to them?

 

TMW you get yourself geared up to finally finish your taxes and the stupid prep software you had to pay for in advance doesn't allow enough lines to enter the income for all the localities you sub taught in.

(I'd better be able to talk to a live person tomorrow, because HRB's "live" [ha-ha, AI] chat stinks.)

 

So Ireland has areas where Yanks can't go? Very mysterious.

 

I've gone from a medium reg (relaxed high and tight) to something resembling a Wham-era George Michael 'do since the end of January.

 

I bet you're stunning.

 

People tell me I look a lot like Val Kilmer.

Spoiler

 

Oh my! I'm fanning my face over here from blushing.

 

TMW you're doing jigsaw puzzles on your tablet, and realize that
you hate yourself by putting together B&W line drawn custom puzzles.

So many pieces that fill the void and have nothing on them.

 

Ouchy!

 

TMW you try to whack a mosquito, but also maybe it's just an eye floater.