My parents liked to travel and eat out when we were young. If traveling, it meant we ate with them. I frequently remember eating at very fancy places wearing my little dresses and patent leather shoes and feeling very out of place. But mostly because I was a kid.

Also maybe the one time we flew first class at 14? Oooo they had ice cream!! In real bowls!!! And nice pillows!!!

There’s an Asian Market near me (literally called that) and it’s always fun to explore and see what new thing we can find to try! Lots of snacks, lots of ramen, lots of spices!

A few minutes. No minutes today, or most years here. I’m in a solidly blue state though.

Quite frequently I have no energy. But me and my husband need to eat. So premade it is. When I do have energy? I’ll cook, bake, from scratch! And if I have a lot off energy, maybe I’ll premake something and freeze it, like ravioli or a lasagna.

Making so an ‘adult disabled since childhood’ can get married to someone who isn’t also an ‘adult disabled since childhood’ without losing all their benefits and ssdi stuff would be nice.

There’s all that other stuff, but that’s important to me.

Maybe also up ssdi amounts. And make Medicare not suck ass.

Yeah. We were less lucky ages and ages ago when we all got sick with…the flu? Pneumonia? Something near the holidays. That sucked horribly.

I started One Pace but switched to reading the comic. I’m at around 705 in the comic currently. It’s fine.

Most recently because my memory is bad? Had some ramen with leftover brisket. I had been eating it for a bit, but the brisket had just past the point of no return.

Luckily I was the only one to eat that, so me and the single toilet were not disturbed.

I turned to look and see if my blanket had flowers on it, but no it’s geometric so I’m safe and totally not this meme right now haha.

Hobbies that are creative for me are cooking/baking/canning. Which reminds me, I need to get apples for apple butter.

There’s a glass of lemonade somewhere in the gulf of space at the end of where I am laying down, then there’s my husband, and then there is a glass of lemonade.

I only recently managed to convince my husband to just lay on me (not full weight but nearly) with “please press my soul back into my body” and it was the most soothing.

Since I worked at a small store in the 90s, never really sold individual cards for all that much (or even had expensive ones) but large orders that were over 100? A few a day. A lot near the holidays, board games are expensive and the go to gift.

6. Screaming at the ground. How dare it exists!

I’m not good at it, but I’m capable of holding a conversation with say a store clerk or random people in line.

Don’t know, they were an amorphous humanoid so I uh don’t know for these two, baseball ish sized could fit in a palm, the platonic ideal of a wooden table. The first questions did not make me change the thing in my head. I don’t think I see color in my mind eye, but I can uhhh label things with a color. Like. This ball is red, I think to myself, as the ball… continues to ball. Maybe if I imagined a specific red ball it world be redder.

I’m concerned if CHIM is what I think it is, I don’t think I want the computer doing that.

I use to write things for a sci-fi mud, so frequently I’d be adding things to the spellchecker. Usually I just have to correct things on the phone when it thinks I want wrote instead of write or the like.

Very good chocolate cake recipe from that series. Very chocolatey.

Anytime I have anxiety, my entire body wants to do multiple core dumps as quickly as possible, so every time is awkward.

Most awkward recently was being called over to help search for a lost cat. 30 minute drive where increasingly I have to go. Get there, go instead of search. Search. No cat.

Find him inside after going to the bathroom another time. So he was never lost, just being a cat.