I’ve heard some people use it when they don’t have the rising inflection in their voice that usually denotes a question. I’ve also used and seen it used to mean dubious claim as the other poster mentioned! Not very commonly though.

I found a rock in a bag of beans twice in my life. My mother found one when I was a child and made sure I saw why we look through them first.

Then as an adult. Once. I got to go AHA and grab it.

I’ve seen blood in chicken eggs much more commonly!

I completely understand the appeal but I still just don’t like him. Great story! Still don’t want to be near him!

My first cat was my grandmother’s purebred Russian blue cat. She moved in with us when I was a kid and brought her Russian blue and Scottish fold. The Russian blue became mine and the Scottish fold welded herself to my mother. Poor grandmother, both her cats abandoned her!

Most memorable acquisition was playing rpgs at someone’s home. A whip thin cat runs out, eyes as big as dinner plates, scared.

What a lovely cat! I say. Because it’s a cat. I love all cats the second I view them.

Everyone who lived there turned and said at the same time

DO YOU WANT HER

And that’s how we brought home a cat

I miss her

She was the best cat known to humans.

I’m sure they have nicknames for us, but I think of them as houses before people. “House with loud dog” “The Name House” “The First Name House” “proselytizer house”

First name house and name house are not those families anymore. Those people either died or moved out.

Cats are always on the good end of the touching scale. With their permission!

Oh, it’s a way sensory overload can manifest. I hate lace, although admire the artwork of it. I like soft plush things and running my fingers on things that are smooth. I don’t like wearing silks though, too slippery on the body. Some fabrics make SOUND and those are the worst.

About which? Being autistic or having sensory overload related to physical sensations?

It helps so much to make my brain stop caring about Too Many Sounds and Bad Fabrics its wild.

Two whole fingers??? I was taught pointer finger for someone you don’t know, two (pointer and middle) for someone you know the name of, three for a family friend (all three middle).

Mother taught dad this when he did three and she cracked up because you could see the other driver trying to figure out how he knew us.

Strings seemed to be going to a yarn bag, possibly. The background might be a tea cup cabinet and they’re hanging off pegs? It’s how I read it, but I’m fooled easily.

I don’t have a car hole. Growing up we did, and it absolutely was filled with shit.

I think my response of “Good, don’t come back then” probably makes them even more unfavorable to NJ lmfao

Yes yes, absolutely horrible, no need to come and check, nightmare here constantly, just the worst. Yes yes yes.

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Are they gone yet???

Oh thank goodness!

New and magical food screwups!

So only two of these seem good, but I’m willing to take those odds and roll!

I did almost all my chores on Sunday! No watering the garden today, it rained last night.

They’re so versatile and just plain delicious! I’m going to make some balsamic red potatoes tonight with dinner!

I think it must be. It was like 1 percent post, 9 percent comment, 90 percent lurk?

I first thought “But Belle doesn’t have Oppositional Defiance Disorder??”