I found a rock in a bag of beans twice in my life. My mother found one when I was a child and made sure I saw why we look through them first.
Then as an adult. Once. I got to go AHA and grab it.
I’ve seen blood in chicken eggs much more commonly!
I found a rock in a bag of beans twice in my life. My mother found one when I was a child and made sure I saw why we look through them first.
Then as an adult. Once. I got to go AHA and grab it.
I’ve seen blood in chicken eggs much more commonly!
Oh wow, sooner than I thought!
Palia had an update recently that added ranching and possibly better home building so I’ve been doing that with twin.
Haven’t tried the home building yet cause I need to prepare for it. It’s extensive!
Forty five degree angles are the devil from what I’ve seen on twitch lmfao. No one is use to that yet.
Me going “uhhhhhhh” as my brain reboots and my husband waits for me to log back into my brain.
In my case late diagnosis of autism is because “girls aren’t autistic” which like. Uhhuh.
Phone as well!
Mother’s cat is here and now for the next (unknown amount of time) I medicate her twice a day. And feed her chicken my mother bought for the cat.
And deal with our cat being upset half the house is now cut off from her.
Also there’s a damned boil water thing going on, and tomorrow is when I generally clean all the cat water bowls so that’s going to be fun to deal with.
I had planned on deep cleaning the bedroom on Saturday, the day before my mother’s medically delicate cat appears. Mother decided she wants to drop the cat off on Saturday instead so today was the deep cleaning. I also had to spray the tomatoes with anti fungal today as it’s getting worse but I’m mostly whatever with the tomatoes. I made salsa, first year was a success, now they can just all be whiny tomatoes. Next year will be better.
I also managed to make another quiche which was nice. I don’t have to make dinner so that’s also nice.
I’m going to go nap in the clean bedroom and hope mother’s cat survives this long trip.
More medical appointments, more tiredness. More preparing for my mother’s medically delicate cat to arrive next week. I gotta medicate the cat two a day while mother is on vacation. The cat is not doing well. I’m worried.
…okaaaay I guess I could go claw things as a khajit again!
It was wild being raised by my mother who didn’t mind if I saw consensual sex, because I should eventually have sex, but restricted all violence because ideally I’ll never see violence in person.
I have no idea how good this is a philosophy for raising children. Sample size is too small.
I should get snacks at the Asian Market today for snacking after all my medical appointments, good idea!
Middle school had a teacher arrested for doing things with students. High school had the riot and the school went into lockdown. Great being in one of the only classrooms that had auto locking doors. Students late to class that day were yelling to be let in and we couldn’t.
I managed to make salsa today, all from tomatoes grown in the garden. I bought store tomatoes in case I didn’t have enough, but the tomatoes had so little seeds inside there was enough flesh by a lot.
Those cats are very very cute. The kitten has been a right terror over here, run run run run FLING FLING she goes lately.
I’ve spent the last forever either going to medical appointments or scheduling them and it’s just a nightmare.
I’ve tried doing that with headphones that are a band, basically, and I move too much and the thing either yeets off the top of my head or gets uncomfortable and twisty. I could try with different fabric maybe.
I need something to cover my ear as I sleep on my side due to…anxiety? Autism? Some terrible deep thing I don’t know about? So blanket it is.
This is painful in the summer.
I can sleep more places (I’ll place my hand over my ear) but because I’m contorted it won’t be a good or long sleep.
Uh, uhm, I loved all the food when we traveled there as perfectly normal human twins! Pancakes bigger than plates and smothered with chocolate! Bread with chocolate sprinkles!
Samesies. It’s a horrible relation with food. I’m always thinking about what I’m going to eat next, even as I’m eating.