my mom and I used to play a game with the Coldwater Creek catalog called “find me something to wear to a dogfight” and we never did but we had so much fun reading the astonishing purple descriptions to each other
this may be the replacement
I had forgotten the name of this catalogue, so thank you for that, and I strongly recommend having a look at their sex toy section because it is very silly in the way that sex toy sites often are, and also includes this:
Which, NGL, I kind of want.
The perfect vibrator for when you want to edgeplay with the sun. Oh Apollo. Keep me right on the cusp, right there!
My husband knew that my favorite meal was my mother’s breaded and panfried chicken breast, known in my family as “Becca Chicken”. He apparently got her to teach him to cook it for our first anniversary, and every now and then he will surprise me with it as dinner. He makes it even better than I can.
love is a chicken cutlet indeed
get yourself a significant other who will make you perfectly breaded and fried chicken cutlets
So while this whole “who is worst Chris? Chris Pratt” stuff is going on. I think it’s also important to talk about Best Chris. And it’s Chris Eccleston.
Reblogging and adding these tags because I didn’t know that and it makes the “lots of planets have a north” scene hit different!
My grandparents are baffled when we just don’t care about certain things. The last time we did a socially distanced lunch they were complaining that our neighbor keeps really old broken cars that he likes to work on in his front yard and we were like “Yeah, and?” and they didn’t know how to respond to that.
Like the very idea that we would just mind our own business and tolerate mildly annoying behavior from other people is like rocket science to them. They just can’t comprehend it.
My mum never has anything nice to say about modern music. It’s always “this song is shallow nonsense”. Yeah maybe I want to listen to shallow nonsense. What about it
A regular conversation I keep having with my mom:
“Ugh, look at that girl. Tattoos everywhere.”
“So what?”
“….Well I think it looks ugly.”
“She didn’t get them for you.”
Mmmm other people do not perform for you is a lesson that needs to be learned massively these days.
My mom called me once and was like “we went to the place where we bought the first RV to look at another one, and the saleswoman that sold us the first one was there and she didn’t remember us!!” and when I was like okay who cares why should she, she just had no idea what to do with that
We have a civilization run entirely on tiny plates of rock inscribed with runes that channel energy to do our work, manage our money, make writing and music and imagery appear at the gesture of a finger. If that’s not magic to you, you’re wrong. Just because we understand a thing does not make it less wonderous.
