To riff off the Hawaiian seasonal greeting...We don't decorate a Christmas tree (because we have cats), but we do decorate a wreath every year.
Each year we do a different theme--we've done Awreatha Franklin, Christopher Wreath, Star Trek II The Wreath of Khan...well, this year we would like to present:
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It was my pater grandparents as well…and that pho may have actually been older than I was. It was so old, the little piece of metal that served to stop your finger had worn down to a razor’s edge.I know my grandparents still had a rotary at that time, but had been years since I had to use it. I'd say maybe 1999, but it was probably earlier for me than that.
Good for you. You went further than I go almost all the time.Asked someone out and got told I wasn't their type, at least they didn't lead me on and I expected to be turned down.
Heh, in the old Steve Jackson Games card game Chez Geek, you had a card with a text in this style: "Nookie monster. "you are breathing. I like that..."Good for you. You went further than I go almost all the time.
My "type" is breathing so I've never understood the whole "type" thing.
I feel like "type" is just an excuse to avoid the truth. And the truth could be one of a bunch of reasons. Like there is either a specific trait in the other person that they don't like or there is a specific trait in the other person that they require and unfortunately the other person doesn't have that type. Unless the person being told "you're not my type" is like an absolute jerk or slob or something basically socially unacceptable (and I'm most certainly NOT saying that trappedslider is one of those!), I generally assume that there is something wrong with the person who is making that statement and feel like the other person is actually dodging a bullet.Good for you. You went further than I go almost all the time.
My "type" is breathing so I've never understood the whole "type" thing.