Jgnat
@jgnat
The older I get, the fewer people I must please. So pass me my red hat and watch my arms flap in the breeze. Wetaskiwinite. Say that three times fast. Chess player. Toastmaster. Direct Messages (DM’s) will get you blocked.
Me tonight. I threw out the day old pasta. Did several circuits of the kitchen. Hubby had me warm up some Chicken Parm, shared a bite of that, and I finished up with this.
YEG giant baseball bat. I have seen bats in the neighborhood. Late at night. Running down the darkened streets.
This is not a phone book! Under POPA, use of private information must be explicitly described. Here it is. Right off their website.
This is our forever dog Miley. She is as clingy as she is fierce. She would defend the household to the death. She never steals cheese, always says please. She lives for exercise, and barks at phantoms.
She is Very Sad. Her toy-toy is out of reach. Surely in a house of Simians with opposable thumbs, one of us will sympathize.
I fear other things. My grandparents were my favourite people and I have been waiting to reach this prime of life.
My reactive dog who lunges at anything that moves is so tricky. In private she knows all the obedience.
It's the fronting costs, the time (time is SUPER valuable to the working poor. They may be working two sub-par jobs), and transportation that really kill it for the poor. Middle income families can afford to spend less on groceries. It is expensive to be poor. Link to the Canada Food Guide.
This is without transportation costs, and costs of the other two meals needed per day. And without a grandma with loads of spare time on her hands at 5:00 in the morning.
Ignored the chores and painted myself a bookmark. “I don’t have a recipe for disaster. I eyeball it.”
