I don’t see how people physically eat cookies without a glass of milk.
I don’t see how people physically eat cookies without a glass of milk.
I grew up with milk being the main dinnertime beverage, and I still drink it quite a bit. My step-son’s gf clearly did not, and clearly thinks it’s strange, but tries to be polite about it. She’s asked me if milk is my favorite drink, if I feel like milk goes with most food, and a number of related questions. I think in her family, milk is something some people put in coffee.
Heh, my wife went through the drawer a few years ago and threw away all the containers that didn’t have lids, and lids without containers. I was amazed at how many there were. Not sure how that happens. Must be with the missing socks.
Funny, I just had to help someone pack a house into one of those POD things and they ended up saying, “You’re better at this, you say what goes where.”
I don’t think I’m as good at it with really large volumes, but the storage container thing is pretty handy.
My boring super power isn’t something I can monetize, but it’s useful regularly: being able to pick the best sized Tupperware container to put leftovers in.
Anecdotal observation from college: Lots of people got hammered on a weekend, at least sometimes, but the people who couldn’t draw a line and keep it from destroying their grades were mostly the ones whose parents kept them rigidly controlled at home. It seemed like those folks had no practice in drawing their own lines because their parents always drew the lines for them, so when they were on their own they went nuts. The preacher’s daughter is a cliche with a lot of truth.