Ooh, new relationship energy can be intoxicating. Then once it wears off the other person loses their gloss and you realize they don’t like dogs and chew too loudly.

Yep, not everyone is for everyone and that’s a good thing. No sense in hiding that you’re someone who communicates in a not-for-everyone way.

Imagine it being the “guest” controller. Power move.

Or, if you have an inkling that you won’t split everything evenly, at least talk to the kids about it. My mom has 2 kids. She’s told me she’s giving a greater proportion to my brother and I’m ok with that.

My brother is a drug addicted felon and has always needed/gotten more support than I have needed/gotten.

I’m distant from my mom by choice (we didn’t have a healthy relationship) and I’m a functioning adult with a lovely partner, a stable job, and a competent therapist.

Mom’s told me she’s putting things into a trust for benefit of my brother, but I don’t know that she’s done that and it’s not my problem.

Anyways, I guess the takeaway is it’s ok for your kids to think dividing the inheritance unevenly means you love them unevenly if they’re not wrong.

You’ve… never dealt with apartment maintenance, have you? It took them 6 months to fix my sliding screen door, which was broken when I moved in (large apartment complex). No way am I trusting them to handle pests in a timely fashion.

And I’d hardly call 4 single-ounce units excessive for an apartment.

Ants get into apartments and condos, too. They’re not just an “outside” insect.

There was even a pig that got convicted in, like, 1700s France or something.

My aunts’ grandparents came from Poland. Their parents spoke Polish in the house. They were raised with a whole close-knit gaggle of cousins, also with Polish grandparents and parents. The old country wasn’t that long ago for them. They’ve visited.

Me, eh. My dad married someone from Appalachia and I grew up away from his family. I haven’t heard Polish spoken outside of my great-grandaunt’a funeral. I like pierogi, kielbasa, and sauerkraut because they remind me of my dad. He’d cook them when he was feeling nostalgic.

I have looked into claiming Polish citizenship through descent (mostly because an EU passport would be comforting what with USA politics), but my folks came over too early for that.

I did like working in an open office back in a previous career. I did QA and was integrated with a team of devs. It was lovely to turn to the person whose code I was testing and ask for clarification on a behavior. There really was a lot of teamwork facilitated by the lack of privacy.

The office had small rooms with doors where you could make phone calls without distracting everyone.

They’re clearly “supposed to” do both. They are both male and female. It’s a sort of super power. /s

I finally blocked my mom’s phone number earlier this month. It’s only taken me 7 years since she blew up at me in a way she couldn’t/wouldn’t take back.

It can be a slow journey and you might question it as you go, but it’s worthwhile. And more people than you might expect are estranged from their families. I used to worry that my IRL acquaintances and friends would judge me for it, but nope.

I took all my meds on time, and so did my dog.

Oh! I also baked a pizza and it was really tasty. Pup didn’t get pizza, but did get oven-dried fish skins and he’s really happy about that.

The main service my period tracker provides is a notification telling me “hey, it’s PMS time. If you’re emo it’s ok, it’s probably just hormones and not the real end of the world. You’re also likely to hyperfixate on something. Pull out your knitting a fixate on that, instead of risking fixating on something someone said off-handedly a decade ago that now makes you cry”.

(The message is user-configurable. Mine doesn’t say that verbatum, but that’s the gist.)

I’m happy with the built-in privacy, muchly because I’m using it on a work computer so I have no expectation of real privacy anyway.

And fair.

I’ve moved to Vivaldi recently and it’s been refreshingly not-suck.

Thanks :)

I didn’t think I could go back to not having a backup camera, heated side mirrors, and that feature that detects when your wheels are slipping and makes adjustments so you still go the way your steering wheel indicates.

Airbags and ABS are non-negotiable.

The other day I saw a mid-90s shitbox in the parking lot and it made me so hopeful for my 2008 car. Like, that’s a sign my car has at least 10 more years in it.

Agreed. My condo complex doesn’t allow flags or signs. We’re allowed holiday-appropriate door wreaths and that’s it. I’m wicked glad I don’t have to know my neighbors’ politics.

Yeah, I’m in the same boat. I’m crossing my fingers that it doesn’t suck. At least I have no contact.

I’m on Mint Mobile and they’ve not disappointed me yet. TBF, I have minimal expectations.