Once my daughter was transporting a guy she'd just busted to the detention center, talking to dispatch, shifting paperwork, and who knows what all at the same time. At some point in the ride, the guy said, "You drive really well with your knees."
Haha here is a couple confessions for you. I have literally freaked out, trying to find my phone, while I was talking to someone. There is one thing that I constantly lie about. " I am on my way" never once have I ever actually been on my way when I say/text this. I still have my favorite pair of jeans from high school to this day, even though I will never where them again.
oh ..one more I have not started working on my writing yet, like I said I was going to on the writing weekend thread
I got a mildly malicious pleasure out letting the lovebird wake up my son who was sleeping past his getup time. I took the bird from his cage, tossed him into the room and closed the door. If there's one thing the bird cannot tolerate it's people who aren't moving, especially in a horizontal position. I heard a lot of loud chirping and a rustling of bedcovers, and some grumbles of irritation. A few minutes later my son came walking out, the bird on his shoulder, still scolding him.
I'm always grateful for my health and that [I think] I retain all my senses. But driving is getting sometimes a tad more challenging, especially at night, so we're trading in our car for a newer model with all the bells and whistle, like blind-spot and lane-keeping assistance. At least that's my story to my wife; maybe I just want something new. Nope, got to admit that Father Time likely remains undefeated.
I had to drive my folks' new-ish car with all that jazz the other day and felt like I was in Drivers' Ed all over again. "Dad, why is it beeping at me?" "It's warning you you're too close to the median, son." "Dad, why did the car stop on its own at the bottom of the driveway?" "It senses the mailbox on your passenger side, son." "Dad, why is the seat moving on its own?" "It's reading your height from your eye level, son." "Dad, how does the car know where my eyes are?" "It has retinal scanning technology, son, and is programmed to recognize myself and your mother and adjust the settings to our preferences." "Dad, are you fucking kidding me?" "No, I would never fucking kid you like that, son." "Dad, how do I turn all this shit off? I can see the median, the mailbox, and can adjust my own seat." "You can't turn it off, son. These are how cars operate now." "Dad, I'm 45 and don't think I want to live in this newfangled universe anymore." "Wait until you're 75, son."
I'm not into death, destruction, and killing things at all, but when I get my winter mice migration, set my traps, and hear "SNAP! SQUEEEE!" coming from the basement, I can't help but pump my fist and say, "Gotcha, motherfucker. Tell your friends where to get the good stuff!" They're getting smarter this year, though. Lots of tripped traps with no bodies. And others still loaded with the peanut butter bait missing. Maybe I should get a cat?
We have three cats for the house. We had three wandering garter snakes in the yard, but last winter disappeared 'em. My husband saw a new garter snake in the yard before the weather changed, so I'm hoping to see the next generation keeping mice down in the garden next year. Get yourself a few snakes.
Hmmm. Wife is allergic to cats but she didn't say anything about snakes! I'm sure she won't mind then slithering about.
Wandering garter snakes are cool little creatures. We watched the three in our yard grow over several summers. I felt as bad about them dying during our terrible winter as I've felt about the loss of our domesticated animals. NOt sure you have them in Rhode Island, though. I'm not familiar with snakes in that part of the world. You have copperheads, I think. You don't want to keep copperheads in the house. Just sayin'.
I've always liked snakes, and for a while considered being a herpetologist. I worked at a nature center during high school summers, and got used to handling bull snakes, black rat snakes, hognose snakes, fox snakes. In Nebraska I saw a lot of garter snakes and a few bull snakes in the wild. Funny thing, I've lived up here in Wisconsin for more than 20 years and never seen a snake in the wild, either in our semi-suburban backyard or in any nature center or park.
I was plagued by trap-wise mice until I switched from peanut butter to bacon bits. You can press the bits into the metal petal and the mice can't just lick it out. Victor M154 traps - accept no substitute.
you got me thinking about the house I grew up in in Maryland. the previous owners owned carrier pigeons. then he moved and left the shed and seeds. During the time I lived there, we always had a snake problem in that shed. big black snakes that would hang from the trees and hang from my little sister's play set in the yard. come to find out, we had a mouse problem in the shed, which attracted the snakes. NOW, black vultures have put a nest on the shed beside a hole that was made in it where a tree collapsed part of the shed's roof (they even had some babies that my parents say hop around the yard) and there is no longer a snake problem in or around the yard. Though my parents are afraid the vultures will eat their little dogs now. I wonder what will make the vultures move out .....
We have the garters but it's probably been ten years since I've seen one. Kind of funny because I feel like I saw one every day when I was kid, but my I grew up by the beach and now live in the city. I saw one "massive" copperhead when I was a kid. Our neighbor killed it and everyone in the hood came over to take a look at it. You'd think he shot a lion or something by the crowd. It looked like a python to us youngins, but was probably two feet long at the most.
Yup. Got a 36 pack of those. Never would have thought to use bacon, though. But bacon is magic, so, thanks!
confession: Per "Calvin and Hobbes"; I think I am developing a thing for Calvin's mom. She is pretty hot. I wish I knew her name though. Sending messages to "mom" sounds a little bit pervish.
The folks famously were never given names by Bill Waterson. And I guess she is kind of hot in a sneaky, vanilla kind of way.
i like sneaky vanilla. sometimes with nuts and ice cream. A hot bod in a nondescript outfit with expressive eyes; what more could you ask for?'
yep , Calvin's parents don't have names so your kink will have to confine itself to 'oh Calvin's mom, she's got it goin' on, she's all i want and I've waited for so long' (Stacey's mom never had a name either according to Fountains of Wayne)
It seems this whole topic isn't that uncommon.https://www.psychologytoday.com/intl/blog/the-myths-of-sex/202212/why-animated-porn-is-so-popular
