Not to be dramatic, but I’d rather die.
Technically I’m an archaeologist, I guess.
Not to be dramatic, but I’d rather die.
My wife and I have done White Castle table service every year since we’ve been together, except for the year they didn’t do it because of covid.
It’s a lot of fun, but I don’t think there will be tables available on this short notice.
Being from Minnesota, USA, this question just sounds so odd to me.
Clearly, there are regions where it doesn’t snow and that lots & lots of people live in those regions. But reading the question is so jarring!
You more of a tart apple or sweet apple person?
Cheese apples sound bomb.
Chocolate milk.
I don’t get it often, but I get psyched when I decide it’s time.
I microwave at lower power settings for longer times, and I stop to stir and taste at regular intervals. My microwaved food is usually the temperature I want it to be.
The closest shoe repair place to me is 60 miles away these days 😔 It’s not like I live in a small town, either! I remember when there was one in every second or third strip mall. It’s not like it’s tricky to order a bottle of Obenauf’s online, but I miss being able to just be like, “I better swing off at this random place to pick some up while I’m thinking about it.”
Boot and shoe care products. If you’re lucky, Target or whatever might carry one or two tins of medicre Kiwi shoe polish and maybe one type of leather conditioner. I remember having better selection at just the grocery store and being spoiled for options at any of the 4 or 5 proper shoe stores that used to be in every neighborhood.
Disregard modernity. Embrace lettuce.
Shoveling for myself and my two elderly neighors, notwithstanding, I prefer Minnesota winters over Minnesota summers.
This is an urban legend and shame on OP for perpetuating it. The only verifiable instances of open source operating systems found in Halloween candy were installed by the children’s parents themselves.
I live in the Midwest region of the United States.
$55k in student loan debt, down from $100k eight years ago. $10k auto loan. $210k on the mortgage, which I honestly can’t believe I was ever approved for. No credit card debt.
There have been some very scary moments, but I’ve somehow managed to keep my head more-or-less above water so far.
I’m visualizing the experience, sitting in a 10’x12’ room, and totally unconstrained. Just that makes me feel anxious.
I think that I’d have a mental break in less than a day. Probably in less than a few hours.
I couldn’t do it.
Yes.
I already ate more sugar than I should have. I’m not going to drink the runoff. I also don’t drink the mostly-salt broth from instant ramen.