honestly, "keep warm by wearing clothes" has got to be the best advice since "you can use a bag to put things in"
"It's a chilly morning this morning." Ladies and gentlemen, this person is paid to write.
So she answers the door to the postman? I thought that made her curl up in a ball of anxiety, wailing and gnashing her teeth etc.View attachment 331556View attachment 331557
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‘Postie’ ‘Undies’ ‘Knocking shop’. She’s 32!
So not only is he grieving, he's got to eat her nastiness.. Poor bastard.
Camisole (I've never worn one).My breakfast!
A genuine question, what is a 'cami?' I know what a vest is but the other... No idea.
I've had to google that! Haha!Camisole (I've never worn one).
Someone shrunk her sox? Well I doubt Sb is laundry master, so that leaves mackie and....... is she throwing shade at BB again?
Poor BB gets the blame for everything, doesn't she? Socks shrunk, garden hose eaten by a fox, and more...Someone shrunk her sox? Well I doubt Sb is laundry master, so that leaves mackie and....... is she throwing shade at BB again?
she probably put them in the tumble dryer too hot too long
Please, keep tweeting into the ether, Jack. I’d never have navigated winter without your maverick tips 🥱
The tip about DIY heat pads? a fire/burn risk when microwaved dry... I found out the hard way. Anyhoooo. Back to lurkdom i go.
From now on I am only ever going to refer to porridge as 'Rough-Hewn'..I went for a walk at 3 am and it was a chilly morning this morning, so I determinedly tugged on warm socks. I also wore more than one piece of clothing. I layered clothing, in a sense, to cover my body and keep the chill from reaching me. During the walk, I listened to my body and realized I was getting cold and tired, so I went home to my heated apartment. I used blankets to warm up and had breakfast porridge for breakfast. A neighbour knocked on my door and I answered in my undies after howling and throwing myself on the floor. He told me that he could smell my breakfast porridge cooking and said it was the best and most heartiest and rough-hewn breakfast porridge he had ever smelled at breakfast time. He took a ginger sniff and I realized he was not wearing a mask. I kicked him hard in the shins. As I walked back to the stove I tripped over my own foot and smashed my head into the kitchen counter. Immediate black eye and bruised face. I gazed at my shiny face in the mirror and thought, “If I close the bathroom door and start a fan heater in here, I can create a small heated work space.” And this is the story of how my bathroom office began. Please send doggos and sympathy and duck OFF x
(Not mocking RA or disability — I’m mocking the bizarre and redundant fantasy/reality writing)
(I really did go for a walk. I wore a winter coat because it winter. I tend to wear my winter coat at the first sign of winter. I’m doing it again...)