me, walking into the room: Dad, I stole your pants because mine are dirty –
Dad, continuing a conversation with Mom: No! Are you sure?!No!
Mom, exasperated:Yes, dear, I’m sure –
Dad: Sarah! Help me with this – you know stuff – just, what’s the word, what’s it called when you, when a guy takes his phone and he just texts someone a picture of his privates?! What’s that called, is there a phrase?
me: “Sending a dick pic?”
Dad:*astonished*
Mom: I told you, dear.
Dad: I’d never heard that before! “Dick pic!?” Is that a phrase!? This is the first time I’ve heard it, is it real!?
Mom: Go ahead and google it if you don’t believe us, dear.
Dad: No, that’s okay… Sarah, that’s this new client, a guy at her work did that. How do I want to phrase it, I don’t say that, I’ll say… he “sent her an – unwanted, an undesirable – unwanted, unnnn…”
me and Mom, simultaneously: “Unsolicited.”
Mom: “Unsolicited” is always the word you use here.
Dad: Okay. Okay, so, I phrase it “unsolicited and unwanted… picture…”
me: I feel like the “unwanted” isn’t necessary? No one ever wants the unsolicited dick pics… Well, but I guess you want to spell it out in a pleading, right?
Mom: Yeah, you do.
Dad, wandering off muttering to himself: “Unsolicited”… she “did not solicit this image of his private parts, she didn’t want it…”
I have. A new recliner chair. It’s very comfy. but I am worried.
Mochi. Has decided that the best place to sleep is between my feet on the footrest. and when I have my laptop open I tend to. forget that he’s there.
I am going to dump him onto the floor.
Maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow night but Eventually He will end up rudely dumped onto the floor, like so much salad.
Pictured: a cat unaware of the fate probably rapidly approaching him, despite me telling him three times now. He is too comfy to care.
Question: You dump your salads on the floor? Why?
Comorbid ADHD and carpal tunnel have lead to a disorder that I like to call “clumsy bitch syndrome” wherin if I get distracted or grab something wrong I will just… Drop whatever I’m holding? For some reason my favorite salad bowl is a regular victim. Also happens to piles of laundry, the TV remote, and sometimes knives.
I have a strict policy of never holding babies.
G U E S S W H A T I D I D
Mochi is either very forgiving or very bad at cause and effect.
That is a look of warning. He will take you with him next time
there seem to be a surprising number of supertasters around here, is this a recognised nerd thing?
there are well-known autism/food issues, how much of that relates to actual taste perception as opposed to pattern-matching issues?
I think it’s taste intensity. To my knowledge autism is a bunch of disorders usually characterized by nerves being realtively highly interconnected. Part of the behavioral stuff would be a consequence of signal mixing
interesting, I’m a subtaster (muggle taster? normie taster?) so my only major food quirk was a childhood suspicion of foods that masqueraded as other foods, based on whichever one I encountered first.
zucchini => not a cucumber kiwi fruit => highly suspect cucumber eggs rhubarb => shockingly flamboyant celery parsnip => shape like carrot, color like potato, tastes like neither
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