Have you ever seen a little dog chasing a squirrel? Have you seen the look of surprise and bewilderment on the dog's face when it caught the squirrel it was chasing — almost by accident, it seems? Chasing a squirrel, or a dream, is fun. You're not risking a lot, because it's not like you'll actually catch it, right? But then you do. You caught the shit out of that squirrel! But now what? What do you do with this elusive concept of a squirrel, once you've finally caught it? Suddenly, it's real — and maybe you're no longer sure you want this squirrel.
My husband asked me, "Why are you spending all this time and money on these old sewing machines? Wouldn't you rather have a new one?" *Insert horrified look here* This is why I ultimately abandoned my modern electric sewing machine and went vintage full-time.
My boyfriend and I decided to buy our own house. We knew it was going to be difficult but we didn't think it would be this difficult. We had found the perfect house, but with costly repairs needed. Suddenly my boyfriend wants a townhome, or a small house as a starter home, or even a condo. Sharing walls is not the long-term solution, but is it the short term solution? Should I be more worried about what's right for us, than what's right for my wallet? Or would what's right for my wallet eventually be what's right for us?
I have a question about sex — more specifically number of sexual partners. I recently hit double digits, and I have no problem with this or the choices I have made. As a 25-year-old woman, I don't think that number is particularly high. I am not ashamed. But I do wonder how/when I should handle it in future dating scenarios? Do you wait till they bring it up or tell them before you add them to your number? Is there an "okay" number of people to have slept with? If yes, what is it, and is it different for men and women?
Okay, I don't like my eggs sunnyside-up. And we all may remember how much I failed at my attempt to make one during the cooking challenge. But if perhaps I had this Sunnyside Silicon Egg Shaper at my disposal, there would have been fewer tears (and curse words) shed over my eggs.
In fact, look how happy this thing can make your breakfast plates…