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I cannot stand the word “dupes”. People use it in lieu of duplicate and it is usually deployed when Instagram influencers are trying to sell you cheap leggings or skincare. “These x brand leggings are perfect dupes of Lulus”.
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One of the few good things to come out of the pandemic was the giant expansion of curbside pickup options. It seems like every store and even mom-and-pop restaurants now offers this service.
This is HUGE for people with mobility issues. If you have a physical disability, this is a small step in leveling access.
But there is a tiny part of me that is so freaking jealous of people with new babies. Whhhhhhhy wasn’t this around when I had tiny small children?
The idea of rolling up to a designated space and getting my groceries without having to lug children around…well that seems like heaven!
There is this sweet retired couple in my neighborhood that walks their dog at least 4-5 times a day. I see them on my walks/runs, when I’m running errands, taking the kids to school, etc.
I almost wonder if this dog is thinking “can we just stay home today? Please? Or maybe just like TWO walks today? Just have a Netflix day”?
I try to lock eyes with the pooch to see if he needs me to intervene on his behalf. Bark once for “help me” bark twice for “mind yo business, lady”.
My hair is currently longer than it has ever been, and frankly, it looks dumb. I have baby fine hair and at this length, it just hangs there plastered to my head, or I put it in a sad little ponytail.
But, I have no idea what to do with it or what length it should be right now. So, it just keeps growing and I just keep hating it.
I’m someone who has never used the snooze function on an alarm clock in my life. It’s just not my style.
On the mornings that Troy goes to work, I get up at 4:50 am to work out before he wakes up. I used to finish my workout and then go log onto my computer while he was still in the shower.
We keep the house at 63F at night, and in winter, my workouts are COLD. One morning, after my workout, I decided to climb back into bed to warm up. And you guys, it was glorious.
And now, I dive back into bed for the 5-10 minutes while Troy is in the shower/getting ready. I read the news, check Instagram, and warm my toes back up.
I never fall back asleep (once I’m awake, I’m up for the day. Flaw in my operating system), but it’s so cozy!
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I cannot stand the phrase, “you got this”. What if I don’t “got this”? Grammar. I also can’t stand when people put the dollar sign after the price. 20$. Cringe.
I wonder if the $ sign thing is cultural? Are there some countries where the denomination comes after the amount?
There are countries that put the sign after the amount but I think this is a texting thing- instead of typing 20 dollars they type 20$ and do not understand that $20 is correct and means the same thing. Drives me batty and I don’t know why!😆
Back when commuting to work was a thing, if I had time, and I was tired, sometimes I would get fully ready and jump back into bed for a few minutes too!
It’s like a mini treat for your soul.
When my daughters were babies (I had three babies in three years because I hate to sleep and be sane) there was ONE restaurant in my area that did curbside pick up. Yep, we ate Tex Mex exclusively during that time period! Grocery pick up would have been amazing!
I have 2 things. First I hate that sizes are not the same. The same shirt a medium in one color is different in another color. Second womens shirts that have sleeves that bunch up in the arm pit area. Why can we just get Steve lengths like mens shirts. I hate 3/4 sleeve and don’t do tanks. Just regular length, about 4-5 inches above the elbow.
I recently played a game with such subjective rules, I am still not clear on them. The game is called “Is it a shirt, or a dress.” I tried on several of these mystery items, and had to ask my daughter if it was a dress or a shirt.
She is a master of the game.
Of course, what is a dress for her would be a shirt on me, so I’m not sure this game is fair at all.
I am a full coverage kind of girl. I like my dresses to be long enough to touch my knees at least, and these I consider short. However, 2 dresses I tried on were shirts, and one shirt I tried on was longer than the dress.
I do not like to shop now, except for shoes, which do not betray you. You never mistake a shoe for anything else.
One of my pet peeves is the overuse of the words “LITTERALLY” and “OBSESSED”
And don’t forget “life changing” and “magic”.
I also have a hard time going back to sleep in the early morning. I used to not have this problem, but I think years of being married to a natural early bird has affected my own circadian rhythm, and if I’m up at 6, I’m up. I used to be able to sleep until 8!
Last year I made a very difficult decision to chop off my pandemic hair growth–I had an idea that my excruciating migraines were being exacerbated by pulling my hair back in a ponytail (that’s actually a thing; people with migraines develop sensitive scalps, or something). I got it cut in a very short graduated bob sort of thing, which looked nice but then i learned my hair, over the years, has gotten unmanageably wavy where it used to be stick-straight (with a couple of cowlicks). So it started flipping up in weird ways when it got sweaty (ew) or in humid weather. So I got it cut shorter–to a pixie. Not quite as flattering,
Now I’m growing it out and, since I’m turning 49 this summer, I frankly don’t give a darn what it looks like as long as it’s not sticking straight up. It’s kind of covering my ears now. As long as I don’t have bangs, I’m fine. Bangs look weird on me.
Troy does not share this same learned behavior. Ha!
I hope the shorter hair does help, even if it led to a few unexpected surprises. And I’m with you on bangs. No bueno for me.
I am allergic to my hair, so bangs are absolutely no bueno. Every hair stylist, regardless of being informed of my allergy, will either cut bangs or try to talk me into them. One time, when I was kinda drowsy and not paying attention, the dreaded bangs were cut. Before my hair was finished being cut and styled, I had big welts on my forehead. The stylist was amazed, thought I was blowing smoke. Uh, no. I also am allergic to grass . . . if I sit on grass with bare legs, my legs get all welty (spell check didn’t have a problem with that word, so it must be the real deal) in the image of individual grass blades.
And lastly, on the issue of spell correct . . . I got a text yesterday with the best ever autocorrect. My friend wanted to type “tablecloths”. Instead, it autocorrected to “people clouds” . . . cannot quite figure out how that happened, but it has provided me with several moments of happiness. Just put a fresh people cloud on your table!
Oh my goodness, how frustrating and painful!
I’m with you on the grass. It’s something that developed in my 20s. I watch the little siblings (of the players) rolling in the grass during soccer practice and my body itches just watching them.
People clouds! HA!!!!