Hmmm...while I tend to put longer YouTube videos in my blog (type item), I am tempted to share some shorter videos in my newsfeed (which I did for a while as a test of interest in a possible YouTube-related forum but haven't really done since).
I just folded my underwear and put them in a box in a drawer. Washed yesterday evening, hung to dry. The shirts should be dry as well. I don't use a dryer.
My trek across the bridge to go to market or to treat myself with a milkshake every Saturday is a weekly routine I look forward to.
The worst thing about candy that I can think of is the way it is going to give my mother-in-law's dog Charlie diabetes one day. You can almost audibly hear him scream Candy the moment it is brought in to the house. He loves root beer barrels and lemon drops, swedish fish are another favorite. Now before anyone jumps down my throat that we shouldn't be feeding him candy, the answer is that we don't. The little sucker can smell it in the package. If he can find and reach the candy he will feed himself. After the Halloween decimation of 2022 we have been forced to keep candy closed in the latching upper kitchen cabinets. We were worried for 24 hours that he had consumed enough chocolate to kill him. He hadn't but dear God the diarrhea was bad.
That's it...candy.
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