I think it could work as a community. Take a photo, see photos of other people’s junk drawers.

I love the Wii and I’m sad mine broke (it won’t read the discs anymore and all attempts to fix that at home failed). It is one of the very few consoles my husband could use, him having cerebral palsy. We played that together constantly! It was great.

Continue to feel slightly sick and sleep. Maybe feel better and make chocolate peppermint crinkle cookies.

My mother nearly did this to her cat. Luckily she heard after a single rotation and flung herself at the machine and got the very upset cat out.

It’s why my entire laundry room is forbidden to cats, and is checked every time anyway.

I too had to walk to school, but with sidewalks! I do feel if there’s a house, it should have a sidewalk.

Love sidewalks.

I loved Marvels Midnight Suns! Exploring the grounds, finding kitty, then slicing people up with Hunter and Wolverine!

I ask my body this every morning.

I’m not the only one to use this machine, and the message greatly upset the other person, so we just got a new machine over dealing with the possibility of it continuing.

All cats I’ve owned were “oh! A cat!” Style cat. My grandmother had a Russian blue and a Scottish fold, although she lost the Scottish fold to my mother when she moved in with us. That cat loved my mother. I loved the Russian blue. He was an idiot.

Never cooled a pie on a window sill, it would be covered with flies here.

I did participate in a ‘talent’ show in school, but it wasn’t…graded so idk how we did. I just remember being dressed as a bear and dancing.

Take your kids to work day was absolutely a thing, I did not get to take part in as my mother worked in the school already so…I’d just be at school lmfao. My dad traveled for work and it could be dangerous so no go there.

While I’ve thought about linux, actually making the switch is scary.

I can put together a computer, that part is easy. It’s very fancy lego! The software scares me, and it often just gets weird on me. I’m unsure why. Tech support is also confused, because they’ll watch me follow instructions and then it just explodes.

But with linux I would mostly be the tech support, and that seems dangerous for having a machine that works!

Maybe the windows 7 machine can be made into linux. It still worked, after all. I only switched because I wanted to still play games.

I could not upgrade from 7 to 11 because the hardware was bad, yes. I did try to upgrade before this also, but it also didn’t want to upgrade to 8? Or maybe it was 10. I forget why it refused to do those two systems though.

I was using 7 right up to the point last year steam said they’d stop supporting it.

I run a computer into the ground because I’m broke.

Okay, yes, that’s fair. My sibling cuts their gummies into fourths even.

But a completely unadultered cookie?? Jam that entire thing into my mouth!

Absolutely insane. Sure, large cookie, but I’ve never seen anyone go “okay I will slice up this cookie and eat only a fourth” also that’s how your make a cookie go stale faster! These manufacturers are cruel.

It’s the holding the side of her neck and not say, her shoulder, that always makes my brain go eurgh for a second when seeing it.

My parents liked to travel and eat out when we were young. If traveling, it meant we ate with them. I frequently remember eating at very fancy places wearing my little dresses and patent leather shoes and feeling very out of place. But mostly because I was a kid.

Also maybe the one time we flew first class at 14? Oooo they had ice cream!! In real bowls!!! And nice pillows!!!

Look, the farm was abandoned for years, you can’t get too mad at that poor hungry coyote!

They’re both straights! But that is probably in my brain only.

Either way -

Lady in the comic is doing eldritch magic with them there needles.

You can knit on multiple needles for a tube sock though? I mean. The lady in the comic sure isn’t doing that, but I always knit socks myself with five needles. Four holding, one knitting. Well, two knitting at any one time. Knitting in the round is what my mother called it.