Proboscis Colossus
It is definitely true in or home. I am not the racoon.
It is definitely true in or home.
I am not the racoon.
Lol, same.
"God guides us on our journey, but careful with those feet." - David Lee Roth, of all people
Tribal Elder
I am the raccoon, although a raccoon who made it through middle school geometry. That's why loading the dishwasher is Mr. K's job. When he does it, it's like some exquisite Japanese puzzle.
"Keep doing things." - Jim Martin, 93 year-old paratrooper and badass.
Embrace the suck
I recall my roommate restacking the dishwasher because I didn't do it right. "See now it can hold more." My reply was, "Yeah, but we're out of dishes."
I finally quit drinking for good - now I drink for evil
+1
"Famous last words" ~Bhearn
#artbydmcbride
Racoon here!
Runners run
I guess I’m the raccoon compared to my husband. But I at least put the dishes in there. Who cares, as long as the cups don’t flip over and fill with gross food remnant water!
Refurbished Hip
I definitely lean more toward raccoon and I only annoy myself occassionally.
Running is dumb.
DH calls the way I load “dishwasher jenga”.
1stBrn ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Unicrn
I laughed.
Our new dishwasher has adjustable racks for glasses and cups.
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Racoon cougar here!
How you doin'
Lately I've been a little more careless on the top rack with all the odd-shaped items - measuring cups, sippy cup tops, etc., and I end up just throwing them in there. The important thing is wedging them in in a way that avoids the G.F.R. water, as it will now be known.
Plates and bowls and silverware, though, have a clearly-correct way to be arranged on the bottom rack, but you wouldn't know it when a certain other member of the household whose name rhymes with "Pee Trouble You" loads it.
I kinda hate teenage boys.
DS comes home and tells me he ran 4+ miles at a 7-something pace with the track team. He has never done track before. Has been going out for maybe a mile or two most days the last couple weeks but nothing that actually equates to a workout.
I managed a 7:58 pace today. For 45 seconds.
Old age and fat sucks.
20,000 miles behind me, the world still to see.
That Death Thingy
I kinda hate teenage boys. DS comes home and tells me he ran 4+ miles at a 7-something pace with the track team. He has never done track before. Has been going out for maybe a mile or two most days the last couple weeks but nothing that actually equates to a workout. I managed a 7:58 pace today. For 45 seconds. Old age and fat sucks.
My younger stepbrother pulled this shit some years ago. We both signed up for a turkey trot in Austin when I visited for Thanksgiving. I showed up and gave it my best. He was waiting for me at the finish line. He finished waaaaay ahead of me, and then his non-runner ass started complaining about how hungover he was from drinking tequila the night before.
Village people
LOL, that is awesome.
I'm chuckling. Went through the exact situation with DS2.