I honestly love it, even with 3 days of cooking and preparing, the chaos, the obligatory racist uncle, it's fun somehow in a way other holidays aren't. We do an all comers celebration, anyone who wants to show up is welcome so lots of family, family of my ex, family of my kids' boyfriends and girlfriends, sometimes people from work or friends of my kids. It's a satisfying hospitality effort I guess, and we have some good cooks in the family. There is a front porch, back deck, and back room for people who need quieter space, and those see use too - the point is not to push anything on anyone, only to have a good time.
You know what? Beer breath is horrible, but whiskey kisses quite nice. Whiskey does smell so good.
I loved it but I read fast. William Gibson books, in general, do start off sort of disjointed then begin to turn into a story, so I'd say read this one through but if you don't like it you probably don't like his writing style. Also, I read it when it was new so it was quite novel at that time, sure it is a different experience at this point in time.
We are a mirror of you. I like to cook, husband doesn't mind dishes so he does the after-dinner cleanup. But yeah same thing, he is good at things I am not good at. I do garden, household AV and tech, finances, all the cooking, he does kitchen, remembers to change the filters in the air conditioner, maintains the cars, we outsource a lot of the other cleaning.
Same here. I am an indifferent housekeeper at best, can manage to cook without absolutely wrecking the kitchen but no chance of remembering everything that ought to be done. Husband does know how to do all that but we both work and want some free time, she can do in 2.5 hours everything that would take both of us a whole day to accomplish. One of the best decisions we ever made.
No, I am not good at napping, it leaves me more tired, rather than refreshed. If possible, I do sleep in, though, stay in bed longer.
Half a century! Happy birthday!
Ended up doing grapefruit vodka, home fermented ginger beer, and fresh grapefruit juice, it was good and did use all the grapefruit vodka up, also stayed sparkling all night, guess the fresh juice fed the ginger beer.
That's fine, I just want someone experienced to dose it like that. It was soft and pleasant. Really my first thought when I got home was that would be such a wonderful way to die. Not surprised or in pain, there's enough of that in life, at the end you shouldn't be worrying.
Once I had to get a surgery, and in recovery was waking up, nurse thought it too soon and said "let's just dial this up" and put me back to sleep with a dose of whatever opiate was in the IV and that is absolutely the only way I'd want to do that. So gentle.
I have a friend who was my boss. He was, by all accounts, a mess of a micromanaging, push you until you drop kind of boss. He did personally more than any of us too, first in, last out, worked from home too. I personally just told him no, and did what I could reasonably accomplish, and didn't worry about his pushing. Always got good reviews, never got promoted but he did get me a big raise one year.
People still talk about him at work, but I still talk to him. He is an interesting person and a good friend just not a good boss - any boss should know most employees don't push back even if you tell them "tell me if it's too much"
OTOH, the witch of an HR lady, and the A/P manager who chewed his way through 3 entire staffs, they can burn in whatever hells they landed in.
You just do you. I think when people say "bad" they generally mean preachy. That is not most vegans. Just live your life, eat what you want, bring good food to potlucks so that you know you'll have something.
I will add that mentioning it is not preachy, if you get an overreaction it's not you. I am omnivorous and would want someone to tell me before a party or outing so that I don't accidentally invite them to a steakhouse or BBQ joint. I often make vegan food for potlucks just because it's sort of a baseline, most everyone can eat it.