Sometimes a store will discount a certain product way below its value in order to attract customers to visit the store (and buy other things at regular price along with their bargain item). It’s called a “loss leader”.
If it wasn’t this, then the manufacturer could be discontinuing the flavor or the store could be trying to get rid of their stock of this brand because they want to switch to another one.
** I love these so much, I subscribe. If Spooked had an ad free subscription model, I would support it too, but alas, they prefer ad revenue.
This is my take as well. She’s happy to see/ talk to you, but she thinks she’s sending out some kind of hint or another then gets moody when she thinks you haven’t picked up on a vague hint and responded in kind.
If she’s said you can come over (again, vaguely vs outright asking you to come hang out on X day), then ask her if this Saturday would be good? Figure out a movie to stream. After you start it, get a cozy blanket and ask her if she wants to snuggle while watching the movie?
This would have totally worked on teen me.
Both. And yeah, I like the store brand liquid flavors better too. Like the pomegranate or dragonfruit.
I gave up Diet Coke once upon a time. But to supplement my caffeine dependency, I started drinking the “energy” Crystal Light and Mio drink mixes. I enjoyed those but I noticed I had more heartburn with them. So I went back to Diet Coke. I guess this anecdote isn’t a true cold turkey example. I only switched to the nicotine patch of soft drinks.
I guess it depends whether you prefer reading fiction for entertainment or nonfiction. If you’re reading fiction, does it matter if AI wrote or helped write it? Do you watch movies with CGI or only practical effects?
If you don’t want to give your money to an AI’s handler, utilize the library.
If you’re concerned a book will be bad or a waste of time, then adopt a personal policy of giving yourself permission to abandon reading the whole thing if you’re not enjoying it. I call this my Bristol Rule, because I was in Bristol (Tennessee) during the last time I forced myself to finish drinking a cocktail that tasted horrible, and I didn’t want to waste my money. I ended up with a VERY regrettable hangover. I then resolved to give myself permission to give up, not finish, throw away, walk away from, or generally discontinue something I’m just not enjoying, and accept the monetary loss and the lesson.
Maybe she came from a food service establishment. Does she also yell ‘behind’ or ‘corner’ when moving around the house?
My cat also loves the bend of my arm. I think she’s getting a big snootfull of mom scent, and it gets me emotional that that is her happy place.
Yes, they get replaced monthly.
I keep one near the litter boxes. I love it so much. And I use MERV13 filters in my furnace/ air returns.
We put bamboo flooring in. It looks great! It’s held up to cats running claws out and me dropping things.
This sounds like my honey looking in the pantry for snacks. “Where are the Oreos?” “On the shelf.” “No they’re not.” #sigh# [gets up and points to them] “Oh you meant these right here at my eye level?”
And bangin my tankard on the table just spilled my mead. ☹️
Raised by hippies who let me be free range a bit. One grandmother took me to Methodist church from age 6-12ish. Jr high friends got me to go to a Baptist church a little (those cats have no chill). Overall atheist though which drew some social ostracization when I let my views be known.
I was pretty hardline about it in my 20s. 30s were more “let everyone do their own thing, man”. Now in my late 40s and I find myself drifting back toward agnostic.
There are unexplained things I’ve encountered. I’m reasonably sure science will catch up (maybe) and explain them. Until then, they remain “energies” that caused unexpected results, probabbly just weird brain glitches, but what if…?
I’ve had mine since 1998, when my .edu email was getting deactivated.
I have a couple of gmail accounts too, but the vast majority of my user ids are tied to my Yahoo.
I miss the MyYahoo landing page.
They use a tiny wooden spoon made out of a golf tee, duh.
There is however a Mr. T, and he would indeed pity the fool duped by a Darjeeling flim flam done in his name.
Ooh! They are capital cities of countries that begin with K.
The global hitchiker’s currency is gas, grass, or ass.