I know that. I am just sympathising with Sim Lisa.
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My grandmother came from a town in Missouri of (now) population ~14,500 and 8 Baptist churches. Not counting all the other denominations, that's just the Baptists.
MY grandfather came from Drimoleauge, Ireland which has a current population of ~450 people (not a typo) and 1 church and 5 pubs.
If I get a time machine take a wild guess which ancestors I'm going back to visit? I'm not social, don't enjoy bars, and prefer to imbibe at home but sitting in a pub has to be better than being Godbothered to death by people pretending they don't drink.
Fun unrelated fact - Martin Luther spent so much time on the toilet he had a desk built so he could work there, and would take meetings while actively pooping. He also wrote letters to people with vivid descriptions of his poops. That should make everyone feel a little better about their work place and emails.
Dear FJ ladies of a certain age. Did you know that joint pain can appear/increase with perimenopause and menopause? No? Me neither till my rheumatologist told me yesterday. It's all down to the fall in (o)estrogen.
Looking online, it'll either settle down as your hormones adapt to their new levels OR you're stuck with it! I don't fancy needing NSAIDs for the rest of my life.
This evening a biker dude went out of his way to follow my car into a retail store's parking lot to lecture me on - get this - braking when the light turned yellow. I had been going the speed limit and it was by no means the shortest stop I've ever made. He condescendingly told me that next time I should hit the gas because people like him could "go splat" into my car. Really dude?!? If you're going to drive any vehicle, especially a motorcycle, actually learn to drive it and don't effing tailgate me when I'm going the speed limit. And if you did rear-end me, guess whose fault it would be? Certainly not the person who was obeying the law.
Also, I hate living in a society where I have to say this, but I am soooo thankful my male coworker was with me. The biker stopped his bike right behind my car when I parked and wouldn't move it until his lecture was over. If I had been alone I would have been terrified.
Happens every single year.
I am out of sorts, missing my dad, crying and needing to talk about him and sometime later in the day I realize it's his birthday.
Today. I always chalk it up to being around Father's Day and all the ads and such, but so weird like I have an subconscious calendar for sadness that never fails to send me a reminder.
Was listening to this on the way to work this am thinking of him. I know it's supposed to be about a relationship, but to me it just speaks to dead parents.
Happy Birthday, Daddy. It's another shitty fucking day without you.