I have a bruise on the fat fleshy part of my left hand. The spot right between my thumb and forefinger. I’m a klutz and my car door is much tougher than my hand. I don’t think in the hugely long list of bruises that I’ve had over the course of my life that I’ve ever had one in that exact spot.
Eyeball jewelry…I don’t think I have to explain why this is wrong.
Buying the carton of OJ for your grandmother that clearly says “lots of freaking pulp, in fact, so much pulp you’ll choke on it” when you were suppose to buy “no pulp” and having to rush to the store the next morning to get her another carton and now you have a carton of the gack in your refrigerator. Anyone want a lovely un-opened carton of OJ? I’m sure it is tasty if you can get past all the pulp.
Hearing from your sister that her visit with your parents went really well even though things have been rocky in the past. Both you and your sister agree not to hold your breaths that this pattern will continue–that is just plain wrong yet practical.
This site is being bombarded by spam. Every day for the past 2 weeks I’ve had to remove comment spam. And, yes, I have a black list in place and, yes, it is working.