Okay, so side note but I what if we just post the most random and weirdest quotes and then build stories to how a character might’ve said that in a situation where it would make sense.
Because it was sweeping around
How did you sweep?
But I couldn't come to any sweeping conclusions.
Husband: Well next time take the car then silly
It overswept.
^^Obligatory^^stolen^^from^^a^^friend
I hate how there is a bunch of little bits of garbage all over the floors. If I was trying to survive I know for my mental health I'd clean that shit up if I planned to stay at that location. Am I the the only one who would use this mechanic? Also you could add to crafting: log + sticks + line which would be one more thing to craft when youre stuck inside.
Had to share this life hack tip from my mom. Get a shower/tub cleaning broom (dollar store, anywhere really, or get a truck cleaning brush because its angled and telescopic handles make it even easier). Grab your dish soap. Rinse away debris and wet your broom, then squirt some dish soap, and scrub away. No bending over, gets into all of the nooks and crannies of your tub and shower with ease, you can wash the walls without awkwardly trying to reach, and it gets rid of soap scum. I like baths and sometimes items that make the bath time glorious make a pain in the butt to clean up. This makes it so easy. My belly is getting bigger and bending over was getting to be uncomfortable. Also when baby is here and I'm trying to bathe my child, I'll need to clean it more often. I'm never going back to the old way. Try it, your body will thank you!
It’s sweeping the nation
I’ve worked at this restaurant for 3 months now and never knew we had more than one color broom. I thought they were all red lol
I’ve never really felt held back by my colorblindness before, but now I have to ask my coworkers what color a broom is before I can use it
What's good everyone? feel free to discuss whatever you'd like.
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“Mom!” Jess yelled down the stairs, “Can you make my snack a double? Drizeth is hungry too!”
I shook my head, annoyed. I didn’t understand why he kept making things up. If he was hungry, he could just say so. I was also kind of worried. At fourteen, he should have outgrown imaginary friends a while ago, and instead, about two weeks ago, he had ‘brought home’ this Drizeth - according to him, a dragon.
Since then he’d asked for more food, a new blanket, and asked if it would be alright if he moved the fire extinguisher into his bathroom ‘just in case.’ None of those were unreasonable requests, but I didn’t understand why he kept blaming ‘Drizeth.’
Maybe it was my husband’s sudden passing a hand full of months ago. Maybe it was because he felt like I didn’t pay enough attention to him. Or maybe it was just him trying to force himself into a normal ‘childhood.’
I didn’t know but I was worried about him.
He was my only child, and some days - more than I’d like to admit - my only purpose in this world.
I finished making him two PB&Js and cut up both an apple and an orange and carried it upstairs.
As I reached Jess’s bedroom, I knocked briefly on the door before opening it, not waiting for a response. I was surprised to find Jess sitting on his bed tossing a tennis ball up and down into the air. I had expected to find him sitting in front of his computer, playing some online game.
“Hey Mom! Thanks for the food. Drizeth loves apples!”
My annoyance spiked at that, and my brows furrowed.
“Jess, there is no such thing as dragons. They don’t exist.”
He looked crestfallen, and missed catching the tennis ball on its way down. It rolled listlessly across the floor for a few moments until it hit a pillow.
I looked around the room and saw blankets, pillows, games, and clothes littering the floor. Annoyed again, I looked up at him, even as I set the plate of food on his desk.
“You need to clean up this pigsty. Now!”
I wasn’t proud of myself, yelling at Jess, but I was exhausted. I’d had to pick up a second job after Rob’s death, and I had no energy to spare on the house.
“But Mom,” Jess’s voice was a whine. “Drizeth like it this way!”
I could feel my blood boil, even as he said it. I didn’t temper my response, and crossed my arms angrily.
“Dragons don’t exist! Drizeth doesn’t exist! Clean your damn room!”
I grabbed the broom lying in the corner, it’s own cobwebb having formed from the last time it’d been moved. Then I started sweeping everything into
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I thought the broom boy scene at the end of TLJ felt like a commercial for Star Wars at the end of a Star Wars movie. I don’t think he will be used in IX and was a complete waste of screen time. What say you?
Because he over swept.
