Honestly... I've watched The Office. It's okay. It was good for its time when shit all was on TV. IMO you can skip it and people with that reference on their profiles while you're at it.
Saw an article in Mindful magazine in which the writer talked about the pleasure and therapy of walking in the woods. Nice piece if a little, um, cliché. But what bothered me is this sentence: "The trees showed their age, with climbing footholds that children had nailed onto the trunks over 50 years ago, now beyond reach of the next generation." Well, as I understand it, trees grow from their branches not the trunk, so wouldn't those climbing footholds -- I guess boards nailed to the trunk -- stay at the same level as the tree grows taller? Or am I missing something? In which case I guess I should be annoyed at myself.
I know the rings in the trunk show the trees age. So it maybe the trunk does grow more than just outwatd
You are right. The footholds would remain in the same spot. The writer should've done a wee bit of research in addition to soulfully grooving with the universe.
Additionally there a high chance that the nails would rust through before the next generation anyway. But I think we’re over thinking it
When the trail mix bag runs out of M&Ms before everything else. Shouldn't annoy me because I tend to always make sure each handful I take has ample Ms until they run out.
Wait, you have M&Ms in your trail mix?... over here trail mix is rabbit food, dried fruit, nuts, raisins and like that
Depends where you buy it. This available from Costco, has the "rabbit food" as well, but the M&Ms make it all tolerable.
Many brands of trail mix have some type of chocolate included in them on this side of the pond. If they don't over there, you can add them on your own.
Dear God, you poor benighted souls. Well, never fear. We're here to spread the Good Word about M&Ms in trail mix and put you on the road to True Salivation. Actually, we call it gorp at our house, because that was what my husband called the concoction he made for carrying into caves during his professional caver days. I used to hygrade it for M&Ms, but in my old age, I prefer to sneak the cashews out of the mix.
I used to call it gorp, too, ("good old raisins and peanuts") during my long-distance bicycling days. I guess it would now be Gorpamamas ("good old raisins and peanuts and M&Ms and stuff")
Yeah, cricket is very mysterious over here. I get the same discombobulated feeling when reading about bridge (the card game) in the newspaper. It's like I understand exactly what's being said while grasping nothing. American teens should take up cricket to annoy their parents. It would be a clever trick. Rather than shocking the adults with new obscenities, they adopt old sophistications and leave them confused. You can picture the parents seeing a match underway. They're lost and befuddled, mumbling "Kids today!"
