For the last few days the Crows and the Eagles in my hood have been fighting. Not sure what they are fighting about but it is interesting to watch. Kind of scary too be... moreFor the last few days the Crows and the Eagles in my hood have been fighting. Not sure what they are fighting about but it is interesting to watch. Kind of scary too because for some reason the eagles are perching in the low branches of the trees so it would be easy for them to get my cat. Cheers!
my apt manager dont care about nothing, he let someone doing meth stay here for 9 months with her boyfriend who wasnt on the lease, finally got her out c... more my apt manager dont care about nothing, he let someone doing meth stay here for 9 months with her boyfriend who wasnt on the lease, finally got her out cause of her boyfriend, they found meth all over her walls after.now someone under me is breaking the lease by having her toddler grandkids stay there all wknd when my manager is gone, they run around constantly, so my floor is shaking all the time, shes up at 5am every morning, not sure why since shes not working. i heard shes doing pot and wondered why she dont get kicked out for that and why is she even taking care of kids while doing drugs. my apt manager is worthless to talk to, people have said they smelled pot when she opens her door, we're only supposed to have overnight visitors 7 nights a yr, but she does it every wknd, its not fair to the other people that just got out of the hospital for some reason and then cant take naps cause of toddlers, its senior living place. any suggestions on who to talk to if manager dont care? sho... less
Over the years her needs have changed, of course, because due to menopause, she only uses panty liners these past few years, but when we were first married, it was ta... more
Over the years her needs have changed, of course, because due to menopause, she only uses panty liners these past few years, but when we were first married, it was tampons or Kotex, etc. It has never embarrassed me or made me nervous to walk up to a cashier, either woman or man, with those items either as my only purchase or along with other merchandise. I’ve never been worried that someone would think the items are for my, I think that’s an extremely silly worry.
As opposed to any anxiety about the products’ use, I’ve been more concerned with getting the right brand, the right type, the right size, etc. To overcome any problems in that particular area, I merely ask her for the label from the last package she used, or to at least write down exactly what I need to look for.
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