I guess I’m nabbed when I’m watering the garden. Husband wakes up a few hours later. Goes to look for me. Can’t find me. Freaks the fuck out, gets my twin up to look for me. Now they’re both freaked out. Husband probably calls the cops. So a few hours at most.

Started a garden and have stuck with it enough the garden is producing tomatoes (still green currently though)

Some cats are extremely smart and very devious (looking at you, mother’s cat) and some are. Well. I love them. But I’ve met cats that absolutely had nothing going on upstairs, not a single thought in their little brains.

That’s rare though! Most are pretty smart and know how to convince us to do everything for them! And I always will do my best for them.

Me, looking into pressure canning to preserve soup

I’m in danger!!

They married ages before we were born. I attended my mother’s second marriage. I wasn’t invited to my father’s second marriage because his mistress was and is a fucking asshat.

Sure. But we were just going to use production team to get a general idea of how many people were task writing! More people in general probably means more task writers! It was all very slap dash guessing on our part!

“More than four people in the room for writing tasks” is what we agreed on lmfao. So a very rough guess (he said less than, I said more than)

Taskmaster, as we tried to figure out how big the production team was! I don’t think we figured out precisely, but larger than what my husband thought, just going off of how many editors and producers were listed.

Same, it’s a nice little game to pickup!

Some cats do not pull their weight! Fuzzy lovely freeloaders! I love them even as I admonish them for not doing their jobs.

Born back then so no idea of the future probably? Fire was invented like a million years before or around that, so I’m probably cooking food. I like cooking the food. Dying during childbirth??

Single digits. I love being bundled up. The less people look upon my decaying meat husk the better.

Also I like scarves a lot!! I want to wear them now, but it’s insanely hot to me!

As someone that cans, I’d never suggest a canning option to anyone but someone who has already canned. It’s tiring! It’s hot! It can be sticky!

Amazing end results if you like doing it though!

I might be able to explain to them canning and gentle kids friendly food safety? Education is difficult and not what I’m good at.

I have those, and I still go braless.

The sweating is preferable to the bra, but I have issues with any clothing that’s restrictive and well. Fucking hate bras.

What I currently do, as because of health I sleep two shifts

Wake up slicked with sweat, drag my decaying meat husk out of bed. Dry off. Use bathroom, talk to a cat who loves affection… when you’re in the bathroom. If it’s near dawn, go outside and water the plants. Come inside, wait for husband to wake up. Eat lunch, plan dinner.

Go back to sleep.

Sibling gets home, I’m either awake or will be woken up. Make dinner. Spend time with husband, go back to sleep.

Hmm birch beer and disco fries I suppose! Or salt water taffy.

Couple months. Severe depression does that to me and all health care just stops. It’s bad.

I speak for all NJ and say “sure fuck it let’s go ny” and then I get into the concerns of “who is now in control of the port authority”

We have a lot of fucking idiots though

I don’t remember the name. My mother asked me to help her clean out the house of a deceased friends some fair distance away so we had to hotel for the night.

The door would not lock. We shoved a desk in front of it.

I then spent the entire night on a rock hard bed next to my mother slowly melting from the heat, staring at the ribs of the ceiling as though I was inside the great whale before passing out. I woke up slick with sweat and vomitous. The table was fine though. Held the door shut.

Guy had already found a new woman to move in and wanted his dead wife’s stuff gone. Miserable trip.