My fiance loves liquid death because it didn’t have anything for sweetness aside from the agave. Now all he’s gonna taste is the stevia. :(

She is astral projecting.

We actually have to keep the bathroom closed because the little one likes to mutilate toilet paper rolls. I leave the door open when I get ready for work and when I turned around they were like this!

And rightfully so. Her house, her shower, her lap. I see nothing wrong here. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

I have countless void pictures to share.

This is the best news I’ve gotten all week.

I’ve lived in the southern US a good portion of my life, where a lot of parents go by “sir” and “ma’am” and you are expected to call others in public as “sir” and “ma’am” respectively. So, while I see what you’re saying, the father in this case may agree unironically.

His circle of gray on his guts. 🥹