I adopted mine as well, he was “Tuffy” at the time but my son kept calling him “Baby.” I didn’t want to name my cat Baby, so I found out that Miles is the character’s real name in Baby Driver lol.
I adopted mine as well, he was “Tuffy” at the time but my son kept calling him “Baby.” I didn’t want to name my cat Baby, so I found out that Miles is the character’s real name in Baby Driver lol.
I have a Miles too!
I need to figure out posting pics one of these days. He’s a tuxedo mainecoon mix 😁.
Since birth our brains are wired to look for faces. It helps with survival when the helpless wiggly thing bonds with the giant who is full of hormones telling them to protect it.
As we grow we learn to recognize other patterns, which help us find food, be safe, find a mate, etc. Our brains are constantly looking to match everything we see with something from a previous experience. Which is unfortunately one of the places PTSD can pop up. Say you had a traumatic experience - you may not remember seeing someone wearing a red hat just prior to something terrible happening, but your brain might. In the aftermath it’s possible that you find yourself uncomfortable around someone wearing a red hat but can’t figure out why. You may not remember, but your brain does and thinks it’s helping by alerting you too a problem.
This is my retirement plan. When the time comes, I’ll hide in the vast caves and eat cheese the rest of my existence.
As close as you can get to “eat soon”. It’ll have a decent air pocket developed and the membrane adhering to the shell will be weaker.
Not my choice for chopping wood, but even this one as is could fuck someone up with a good swing.
Also when poop knocks at the door, ANSWER! Don’t keep putting it off if at all humanly possible. The longer poop sits in your colon, the drier it gets and the harder it will be to move later.
And the bidet? With the right pressure it can help knock loose those last little nuggies that you weren’t able to get enough oomph behind to dislodge.
Gen X here, and it’s a struggle to not do it lol.
Lol then I forget I added it at the beginning and end up making an awkward sandwich lol 🥴.
You know how many smokers have/had their hard line on what price would make them quit smoking? For me (a 52yo woman) that was when pop breached $5.99 a 24 pack case. I would buy it again occasionally if sale prices dipped into that range, but having crossed that line it broke my habit. The thought of $7 for a 12 pack is just painful.
Similarly, I have an iPhone. It was provided by my employer for work purposes. It’s about as enjoyable as having a small stone in my shoe that can’t be removed. Oh, and the other shoe is half a size too small.
My Pixel is so much easier and makes more sense. I carry both when working and use the iPhone only when absolutely necessary.
Cop gets spooked by a falling acorn, the cop and his partner unload their weapons at the handcuffed man in the backseat of the cops car, somehow not wounding him.
Can you please not? Fucking hell.
I’d be so tempted to name that cat “What?” or “Huh?” Lol
Proud of consuming truckloads of food? I must have missed that memo. Alternative take - overstressed, overworked, and struggling to survive, seeking out any kind of dopamine or serotonin bandaid to make the struggle with bothering for one more day worth it. It’s not something people typically WANT to do, but it can be an unhealthy coping mechanism when options are limited.
One of my favorite movies growing up! I showed it to my kids when they were about the same age and scared the shit out of them lol.
Oh, in America you still have to provide those things too, AND have a decent credit score.
Very close - the cop and his partner emptied their guns at the car where the suspect was cuffed in the back seat, but never physically wounded him, just severely traumatized him.
Evolution has already selected the helicopters to escape police detection.
Hey! Ass butt!