I saw that on our calendar this year and laughed. The company i work for had a huge influx of buisness for a year or two, but they mismanaged the hell out of the profits. With everything going to shit this year they had to let go of over half the company, including my husband just days before his hire date anniversary when he would have gotten more vacation days and his yearly raise… Yeah…boss…i dont have many reasons to be thankful this “bosses day”

If you count discord, just about every night. We have a whole list of things we rotate between from movies, games, and brain rot videos.

In person, once every few months. We get together for some holidays, events, etc.

So… first thing in the morning, automatic telling machine you make sure to look at the big black cock?

The idea of there being an ATM version of you that likes to look at big black cocks first thing in the morning gives me a chuckle.

I get called on at work a lot for questions and training on our websites, but i honestly feel like the least knowledgable person in the entire company. It took a few years before it dawned on me that im not called on a lot because of the information i know, but rather for my ability to find the information i dont.

…and the call back ring tones. For about 5 years i hated calling one person in particular because id have to listen to Hey, Soul Sister every…fricken…time.

I was born in 96 when my mom was 19. I remember sometime in middle to early high school looking up the generation year cut offs and thinking it was wild my mom and i were considered the same generation; her being the start of the generation and me being the end.

Obviously thats no longer the case with current generation year cutoffs, but im now starting to see 96 included as the first year of gen Z which feels…wierd. I definitely dont connect with people of gen Z easily because it feels like…well…a different generation, but at the same time I feel a disconnect with other, older, millenials because they tend to remember the 90s more than myself. Im not sure about anyone else, but being born in 96 feels like being stuck between two generations that you partially relate to, but not really.

My husband and I agreed on the rule that he gets one borat “my wife” a month after he abused the fuck out of it for a week straight. About 5 days into the month, every month, he remembers his allotment reset back to 1 and says it. Never fails to get an eye roll and a chuckle out of me.

Thats how I text and it’s 100% my adhd.

For the past year ive been struggling with my body image because of a small amount of weight gain even though im fully aware im not fat. I love my husband to death, but i wish he had done the below when i expressed disliking my physical appearance.

Stop and hug them. Give them reassurance through physical contact. Tell them you love them. Hearing it, even when you know you are loved, is reassuring. Tell them they’re beautiful and compliment something specific about them, like the color of their eyes or a cute mole. Then, treat them to a date somewhere they can dress up “fancy”, spend the night complimenting their appearance, and “show them off” as if you cant help but brag to the world that a beautiful woman like her chose to be with you that night.