Ah this sucks. Would your advisor or the registrar know if they would accept credits for these courses from another school… and if there are any summer programs available… so that you wouldn’t have to wait until fall semester?

I imagine she formerly worked at a Lonestar Steakhouse. That or she had some affiliation with Texas. Being that these were restaurant folk, I’m leaning toward the first.

My husband did this to his mom! She was not a hoarder by any means but had a decent collection of flow blue porcelain. Some of it was displayed in such a way that anyone who was not her was terrified to just walk near it for fear of bumping it and causing catastrophe.

Hubby found a Kubrick done in a similar blue/white pattern and he strategically put it amongst her breakables to see how long it would be before she noticed. It took about a year before she said something.

He ended up finding another version of the little blue & white bear and did it again. She’s gone now, and I hadn’t thought of those bears in a while. Thank you for that. It’s a very fond memory.

I do sometimes at yard sales or craft markets, like if I’ve found a big pile of stuff I want, I’ll offer a reasonable round number for all of it. If I’m only interested in 1 thing, I won’t haggle unless it’s priced a little too high.

When I hold my own yard sales, jeebus, nearly everyone wants to do it and it wears me out. But I’m looking to unload my clutter so I wheel & deal.

And then there’s car buying…

The last time I flipped a coin, I got half my face melted off, and now I have this overwhelming desire to stick it to rich people. One annoying dude in particular.

Definitely some kind of stone bulwark at the cave entrance to keep out the bears and prehistoric cheetahs.

There are plenty of use cases that don’t involve it needing to recite accurate facts.

I used it to help write copy for my website, to write proposals, and to help with rephrasing when I can’t think of the most diplomatic way to say a thing.

Heartening bread-water to fuck? 🤔🍺🫂🛏

Left plus left plus not-left to baggage bread-water. 👈👈👉🍻😉

Has there been any evaporation? I.e. a condensing or concentration of the, uh, non-H₂O properties of the liquid?

That has been my experience too. The not expected actually there for you friend. There are friends we feel close to and friends who would drop everything to come lend aid. There may be some overlap between those two groups, but don’t mistake the former for the latter.

It’s appreciated! I don’t expect men to cross to the other side of the street, but some little noise to signal your friendly or neutral approach helps.

I’m an avg size woman and I had to consciously make noise to not give my mom jump scares. I guess I am a naturally quiet walker.

I don’t think a cassowary has anything to fear from a house cat. Even a cuddly one. Most I’ve met are ornery as heck though.

Billy Madison

No milk will ever be our milk.

If peeing your pants is cool then consider me Miles Davis!

He called the shit poop!

What you’ve just said is one of the most insanely idiotic things I have ever heard. At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul.

That’s the neat thing about paint. It’s very easy to change the color if it doesn’t work out.

If you want commitment free pizazz, find some removable wallpaper in a cozy color.

I don’t know why exactly, but I imagine it’s similar to recurring nightmares about trauma. I had frequent ones following a horrible work situation. I’m a few years past it, but I still have an occasional one to make sure my sleep is ruined. I think of it as my brain compulsively poking a spot where I hurt over and over to see if it still hurts.

Sounds useful as a screwdriver. I needed a low powered one to run the crank attachment on my knitting machine. It’s entirely plastic and the gears inside get horribly worn if any kind of serious speed or torque is exerted on it.

Teal is my favorite color and yet I own no Makita. I’m very agnostic otherwise. Have things in all the other “houses” plus Harbor Freight brands and Kobalt.

Cheap > breaks > upgrade is my motto

US, audit & tax

Once in a blue moon, on a really nice day, we would get a patio table and have a margarita with lunch. Only if it was a slow work day, like with nothing but webinars scheduled for the afternoon (as attendees, not presenters).

It was not uncommon to see beer in the office fridge during tax season because those folks would be pulling 15+ hour days for pretty much 3 months straight.

Brahm’s lullaby was the one mom would hum to me and would buy music boxes with it.

Blackbird by the Beatles was the one I wanted to sing to my kids if I’d ever had any.

I did both when learning but did have to separate them because thinking about all the things, clutch, gears, RPM, mirrors, traffic, pedestrians was too much all together at first. I drove my grandma’s automatic to get used to driving on the road in traffic, and I drove my dad’s manual around empty parking lots, fairgrounds, etc until I was comfortable with the car. Then I moved on to driving dad’s car in traffic.

I loved driving manual, but my husband can’t drive one, so if we took my car somewhere on a trip, I had to commit to being the driver the whole time. I gave it up after my job required me to do a lot of driving in bad traffic. For fun I will get one as a rental if we travel somewhere that has them commonly available to rent. I’ve had to convince well-meaning but somewhat judgy rental clerks to not upgrade me to automatic and that yes I did know that I selected manual when I made the booking.