Sibling has two chores. These chores only need to be done once a week, each.

They consistently forget them in the asshole for telling them no, they still need to do it, just because they ‘forgot’ doesn’t mean they can leave it for next week.

They already changed it to easier chores. So I’m not going to give them something even easier.

The cheezit crunchwrap was utterly disgusting. I ate it because I’m a hungry hippo, but it was the worst thing from taco bell I had ever had.

We don’t know what the appendix does, the whole pluto thing, I think the Oxford comma is going out of style, and cursive in general.

But I love cursive, mine was “very nice” according to my teachers.

But most people who play Among Us are dinguses!

All I know about phds is my mother is ‘all but dissertation’ and that my mother’s husband must have done a dissertation at some point because he has a doctorate I’m pretty sure.

We do not. So that is accurate!

Cleaning out the food trap on a dishwasher wax pretty bad, as no one knew it needed that and I hadn’t been part of the purchase. It was slowly not working so I searched for the specific manual and tada! death and horror awaited me.

It’s clean now. It stays cleaner now or I stab people with forks.

My bread machine just slowly developed a leak and died. I decided my stand mixer would do and removed the crying machine.

I will dream of Two Point Museum, and continue to play Astronaut The Best and Star Traders Frontier.

Lotta cranberry bogs here, and tomatoes.

Mother would ‘sing’ the Oranges Lemons song. Er…

“Orange lemons sang the bells of St. Clemens” song thing. It’s longer. I don’t remember it now.

Once all my cooking bowls are cleaned, I’ll make some! We had waffles this morning, so all the cooking bowls are dirty.

Oh right Ihad some chocolate on those waffles.

I need more! We all need more.

It is very hard and sad, knowing my house has no easily consumed chocolate.

I could make some chocolate peppermint crinkle cookies but that would take awhile… why can’t chocolate just appear next to me right next to my drink! Alas.

This is what my mother wants me to remember her by when she goes.

It hurts.

Oh, no. Hella worse. They were solidly middle class with two solid careers at this point. And kids, but I don’t want that part so that’s a wash. But nicer house, nicer stuff entirely. But me and my husband are in a better place relationship wise so I got that over them??

I am… heavier but a little shorter, and I’d feel the alcohol from a single daiquiri but it wouldn’t be unpleasant. More than one would be unpleasant. I’m also a lightweight, drinking maybe once a month at most, and usually more like every other month.

It sucks. I love Mexican (texmex here mostly) food and almost all of it is shoved full of cilantro and then I’m just sad. Delicious food, ruined by soap.

I have a set of microfiber cloths with one per room. Once they get filthy I wash them in a small clothes bag. And every so often just buy a new pack. They’re cheap.

Instantly? Where the fuck is my husband. If only I can’t see him but my twin can I guess me, my now invisible to me husband, and I go to the hospital to ask “yo something is very weird in her brain”

Edit - oh they’d think it’s normal they’re gone.

I guess argue with my twin for hours about my husband still should exist and not have disappeared.

Man I love dairy and man it does not love me.

Still going to have pizza later.