The ABC store does Black Friday.
The people I NEVER thought would be the annoying moms who post the most annoying insane shit on facebook (that literally no one but their moms/close relatives care about), are exactly the people who do that. Your kid is cute an all but please stop filling my feed with pictures of them and cutesy shit.
People are having babies and being real adults and I’m just trying to live my life and have fun the next two-ish years before it’s baby time and I can’t have fun anymore. Basically, this is college part deux.
Actual thing I said this weekend.
(I’m sure baby time will be fun too, but I’m very YOLO right now.)
It includes music.
So. If I end up hating Christmas, blame them.Edit: well Jackson does not appreciate the music and is now barking at it. Should be a great 24 more days.
YELLING. DONT MAKE ME GO.
The day apparently no one follows traffic laws.
(In a span of 20 minutes I had 2 people go through their stop signs when it was my turn, almost hitting me. Happy Thanksgiving, jerks)
I need this for my thanksgiving dinner with my nosy extended family.
I make a big scene of drinking a beer every time I visit my in-laws.
Every time I see family (mostly just mine though because they’re the nosy ones) I make sure to drink a beer. Why? Because that’s always been the tell tale sign for my sister-in-law signaling she was preg.
(My brother went so far as to make her a virgin marg once. I was fooled)
- Russell: did you juice an actual lemon to make that dressing for the nasty kale salad?
- Me: yeah bro. And I MASSAGED THE KALE...
- Russell: I am so sorry.
Try and be healthy and internet trendy and make massaged kale Caesar salad.
Timidly taste said salad.
Hate said salad. Good thing, because Russell also does not enjoy it.
Russell says “I’m sorry. I just can’t.” Offers to get food.
Sandwiches are en route. (Bellair Market stays open until 11. This is the best/worst decision ever.).