You never really know what makes someone else tick.
Maybe you should become a therapist?
You never really know what makes someone else tick.
Maybe you should become a therapist?
You seem to have everything figured out.
No, you don’t — unless you have a very long history together and can be honest with each other without any major drama.
As long as you pay for my college tuition, sure
Yes, I hear that a lot, which is why many of my friends regularly seek my advice. Only took a little over half of my lifetime to get there.
Best of luck, regardless in this situation.
I’ve never seen any of these. I wonder if they’re on the Eastern Shore. Then again … I don’t get out much.
Why the “!”.?
I was and am in a sorority! Same one as Kamala.
AKA incorporated! (not a soror; I’m a sister in another sorority). I spend time on Martha’s Vineyard where there is an annual pink and green weekend.
Somehow that was not in my world view until I moved to the opposite coast!
One of the earlier vacation spots for affluent African Americans. Oak Bluffs. Skip Gates. the Lee’s. Obamas.
So I’m told. I guess that was the “somehow” part.
Oh, we get a little grief up here in Canada, where it’s less of a thing!
I’m still friends with a few of them. I’ll see one sorority sister tomorrow night, at a Starbucks’ patio in the burbs. A big night on the town these days.
“two men who had the bear cub in their van that they found the animal on the road up north and thought it may be a good idea to load it up in their van and embark on a 10 hour journey to Windsor.”
WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS WRONG WITH SOME PEOPLE?
Yeah, sounds like it was injured, but call a rescue 10 hours north vs. stressing the poor cub the way they did!
And Taco Bell? ::::SMH:::
Wow, bear cubs are really popular in the news this year…
The little fella is at a bear sanctuary in Huntsville, ON (further north) now.
My wife did a search of state-held monies for all of her relatives, prompted by the lawyer who did her parents’ wills.
Besides finding some that several of her aunts could take advantage of, she found an unclaimed life insurance disbursement from one of her grandmother Virginia’s life policies, with the beneficiary being her dad. Few hundred bucks, no big deal, I guess her grandma had stopped paying premiums at some point and the policy mostly ate itself up.
She filed a claim with her dad’s death certificate and a copy of her letters testamentary where the court appointed her as his executor.
The Great State of Illinois responded as follows:
Um, please, let’s let go of your precious flowcharts and engage your brain for just one second - why it is that life insurance companies pay death benefits in the first place?
the patients running the asylum…King of Hearts.
Because Philly is a cold, cruel city?