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Oh tumblr. ..
It’s been awhile.
Since I was last on here I've started a full time job and bought an amazing house. Everything's coming up Milhouse.
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anyone know where I can find these?
Mine 😍
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House hunting online and I found the ugliest bathroom I've ever seen. It looks like Shrek threw up.
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The life of a pet owner: “What are you eating? OH GOD WHAT ARE YOU EATING???”
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That’s just the point. It can’t stop at once, because it’s in you, and you can’t stop something that’s inside you.
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Being an adult.
How do normal people have appointments with mortgage brokers, do house inspections and go to the doctors and still manage to work a full day! The thought of how I'm going to manage all this hurts my head! Also...any "tips" on what to look for in a house inspection would be greatly appreciated. Other than you know...trying to imagine furniture in the room and figuring out the actual leftover size of the room which I'm terrible at!
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In which my dad learns about purses and jeans sizes.
My dad: Your sister's crazy. Who'd want a $200 purse?
Me: She does.
My dad: What is it with ladies purses, anyway?
Me: (glancing at my purse) What do you mean?
My dad: How did that start--I mean, why do women use them? Doesn't it get tiring carrying a bag around all the time?
Me: (stands up and turns around) See those pockets?
My dad: ... Yes?
Me: What can I fit in them?
My dad: What?
Me: How many things do you think I could fit in my pockets? Honestly. How many things?
My dad: Doesn't look like you could fit much.
Me: A pack of Orbit, some folded bills, and that's about it. That's why we use purses--because we can't carry our shit in our pockets like you do.
My dad: But I can fit my wallet, my keys, and my cigarettes in my pockets!
Me: And your jeans also fit the way they should.
My dad: I'm almost afraid to ask, but what do you mean?
Me: Your jeans are sized by, what, your inseam and waist, right?
My dad: ... Aren't yours?
Me: I'm a size 3.
My dad: 3 what?
Me: No, just a 3. A size 3.
My dad: What does that mean?
Me: I actually have no idea. I'm a size 3 in these jeans. In some other jeans, I'm a 5. I'm a 7 in my favorite pair of shorts.
My dad: Wait, it's not the same?
Me: Nope. A size 3 in one brand's jeans is completely different from a size 3 in another brand.
My dad: That's fucking stupid! How do you shop for them?!
Me: With great difficulty. This is why when you ask me what I did during the week and despite the fact I know you won't care I sometimes tell you I found a pair of jeans. Because finding a pair of jeans that fit and fit well is like finding the Holy Grail with your name encrusted in diamonds on it
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