When I was part of a team documenting the 50th Anniversary of D-Day, we got some great stories from the old veterans. One guy told me had a bead on a German soldier who walked out behind a building. He was all alone and made a perfect target. But when the German soldier lowered his trousers to answer the call of nature, the US veteran decided not to shoot him because "you just don't shoot a guy who's taking a dump. That's not fair."
For my post Apocalyptic news, I rely on Three Dog. "Today's weather: excessively violent with a chance of dismemberment. Tune in tomorrow for the five-day forecast!"
"The best part of this tampon is the removal string. It's so well-attached, and long, that I could tie a loop in it, which was lucky, as I had to attach it to the car to get it out." -- from the comments on Amazon
LOL, yes that's exactly how it works. We are allowed to sit at the adult table for post-dinner coffee and pie if one of the adults leaves to go watch football, so that's something. And we do the dishes.
Mask off the outside, splatter paint the inside. Let dry, then spraypaint the inside with a contrasting color. Looks like shiny speckled enamelware. They're not foodsafe, but they make nice coin jars, small vases, etc.
I feel ya, honey. My mom bought school clothes at the end of the school year. Unfortunately, I grew 3 inches taller over the summer. Re-buying new pants was not in the budget, so I had to endure the shame of wearing high-water jeans for eighth grade. Real character-building year, that one.
edit: I know the name of that vegetable, and it's really not broccoli. I was just having a dumb.
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