I got invited to this creativity workshop at my job that is only for full time employees even though I’m a temp and the one lady who was responsible for me getting invited constantly tells me how refreshing it is to have me in the office and how they’re so sad I’m only there covering for a designer on maternity leave and how everyone wants me to stay full time. I really wish they’d let me stay full time, too, though.
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I live in a col-de-sac so I don’t have this issue... though sometimes I watch people who use the col-de-sac to turn around like this.

I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING

My uncle told my mom that for an Easter picture when her and my dad were dating. Apparently my dad never kept a girl around for too long. He says it’s cause he would figure out pretty quickly that they weren’t the one for him, until he met my mom.

He hits the ground and then bounces away like “oh thank god, finally on the gr—wait no grOUND WHAT ARE YOU DOING COME BACK” ...I love this cat

My plan for world domination begins with the new year and a half hour of work. Wow only a half hour?

I like how it’s “wife.” Did they have a cat wedding? Are there photos? Was there a cat priest? Did he have a tux? Did she have a veil? I need details!

Evidence flower. What does that even mean?

I like the “once again.” I need to see more of their signs now

Take the puppy and name it Grimm. Mother Goose and Grimm

How about TWO pieces of a graham cracker-esque cookie?

But ya still enjoy doing nothing. Doing nothing is the best

I miss my 95 Camry. I swear it would still be kicking if I hadn’t hydroplaned and smashed it into a highway divider...

I hate everything about this. ...Can I buy one?

Ugh this is a huge pet peeve of mine from working at a salon that does waxing. It’s not about gender. It’s about being trained to wax certain areas. I guarantee most esthetician’s don’t care what you identify as, do what you want, but they certainly don’t want to agree to wax an area they don’t know how and risk inflicting some serious harm.

These were the best! And they had all different cereal flavors, too!

This makes me think of Al Johnson’s in Wisconsin! It’s a Swedish restaurant in Door County with grass on the roof and they let the goats graze up there!

Wait so what DO you do?!?!