Given my extremely ambiguous feelings about some of my uncles, I dunno that it always means that much.
weeaboo hipster trash living in the Frigid Northern Wastelands of the US
Given my extremely ambiguous feelings about some of my uncles, I dunno that it always means that much.
This is the kind of thing I think about to get the useful bits out of the “touch grass” meme.
Unfortunately I’m not very good at it and time isn’t real until the stores put out the commercialized holiday crap: It’s only really summer when the 4th of July kitsch is put out on the shelves. It sucks and I want to be better about it.
I’m ready to defend my girl KonMari.
The TL;DR of this article is that KonMari method doesn’t work for the author. Author feels defensive about her collection of sentimental items and wants more advice about organizing than KonMari offers.
Maybe this book isn’t helpful for some people. That’s okay. Doesn’t mean you need to do clickbait libel to my girl with “debunk.”
lol, even better
Entirely possible I’m misremembering something I read for class as far as housekeepers, but chances are strong that he sent out his laundry, because laundry was heavy work.
He at least borrowed female labor from Emmerson if he didn’t hire himself. What was he gonna do, wash his own underwear?
It’s pretty but my opinion is biased by the knowledge that he had a housekeeper and also he was freeloading on his buddy Emerson’s property. But I should read it again because it is pretty.
I want a picture rail so it’s easy to hang all them things.