Beautiful. Go Niners
Some profoundly shitty dudes in these comments.
Funny meme, depressing thread for Lemmy.
Is this normal that wife has a tracking gps on husband?
Sort of? If you are in a trusting relationship who cares? It’s simply convenient to check where your spouse or kids are without having to wait for a response.
The only reason me and my wife don’t do it is because we don’t trust the apps not to scoop up our location data and sell it to everyone.
Doesn’t leaving location on drain phone battery at a higher rate?
Not really. Your phone is already doing location checks every few minutes for a variety of reasons, so it doesn’t really affect it unless you have rooted your phone and hunted down all the little bullshit things that trigger location checks.
not really a problem on modern phones. i got a fairphone 6 and my phone lasts the whole day with Bluetooth, GPS, NFC and whatnot all active
Yes, kinda. But that’s what chargers are for. ☺️
I just got a new iPhone. It offers the option during setup, to leave your location on for your designated family. I left the box checked yes because it was the default and I had no strong feelings about it.
Yeah, my wife would turn it on when she’s in an “uncertain” neighbourhood.
Are people really this afraid of strangers? Last year I bought a bicycle from a woman, she sent me her address, I went there, it was just her and her baby waiting for me with the bicycle. Didn’t even kidnap her.
Didn’t even kidnap her.
And they say chivalry is dead.
My neighbor was selling something, the person came over but either didn’t get it or saw something he liked became they came back and broke into their house to get it.
That seems kind of like the standard procedure around here (Germany) too. When you sell something online, the expectation is always that the buyer comes to the sellers house to pick up the item. I’ve never seen anyone do that “let’s meet at this random parking lot” thing americans tend to do.
The US is a lower trust society than most of Europe
That is sad. Openly showing trust to the people around you (even if you have to take the first step and give someone the benefit of the doubt) creates the safest, most pleasant communities. Plus it’s just a massive hassle and mental strain to distrust everyone all the time.
Enjoy it man, that’s a privilege to have and it only takes 1 bad incident for it all to come crumbling down when the media blows it out of proportion and everyone goes on a witch hunt for minorities.
My wife occasionally agrees to meet people if they live on the other side of the county and it’s going to take them an hour to get to our house.
Usually people just come and pick up their items. We live suburbia though so maybe they feel “safer.”
they live on the other side of the county and it’s going to take them an hour to get to our house.
Every now and again I’m reminded just how small some countries are, I drive 45min to work every day and I’m only one town over, meanwhile in 15 more minutes you can be on “the other side” of a whole country?
Meanwhile the trip across the US with no stops and traffic will take me 1d 19hr for 2,544 mi (4094.171 km) (according to openstreetmaps).
That’s why she brought her baby. No one is going to kidnap someone with a baby. To much hassle.
That’s why I always bring a puppy to kidnappings: to distract babies.
Also Zaphod didn’t want to mention it but the baby had a knife.
Almost like women have different, valid, fears than men
But you did kidnap the baby
No, I wanted a bicycle, not a baby. Also kidnapping is kind of frowned upon in my culture.
No way, same thing in my culture, you from earth too??
You kidnapped the bicycle? You monster!
That is what the story is about, yes, women have a fear of harm from men. I assume you know why.
gestures at everything
Even the lamp. Fucking lamps…
Why even make a fucking lamp in the first place? Weren’t regular lamps good enough as they were?
You kids these days… back in my day, before leds, you would never even consider using a lamp for any kind of sexual act. Between the bulb melting your flesh, the risks of broken glass, and the risks of electrocution… Well it just wasn’t worth it.
Apparently women are.
Apparently
Is this surprising to you?
The tragedy here is that so many women are terrified of unknown men. A real culture of fear we’ve got going, which serves to isolate almost everybody.
I’m not completely naive - I know this stuff does happen - but the chances of being kidnapped are far lower than, say, being in a road traffic accident, and yet billions of people drive daily without a second thought, without fear, just assuming everything will be fine.
A fun probability fact I like is around the question “what is the likelihood of consuming any given water molecule twice?”, so like, consuming that water molecule, then excreting it somehow (sweating, urine etc.), and then consuming that same molecule again. The probability of that happening for a given molecule is so ridiculously small that it’s basically zero.
However, the probability of that having happened at least once in an adult’s life is effectively 1, — i.e. it’s almost certainly happened. This is because one cup of water contains around 144,531,378,240,000,000,000,000,000 molecules of water, so we get a lot of chances to consume a water molecule twice.
The chances of being kidnapped or otherwise assaulted or harassed is quite low for any given interaction, but despite this, it’s something that a concerningly high proportion of women have experienced. I think for most women, it’s not a case of literally being terrified, but more than we take a wide variety of steps to reduce our risk, given that it is neither possible nor desirable to isolate oneself from every man who could possibly assault them. It’s no different to how people of all genders will often do things like taking a slighter longer, well lit route, or refraining from listening to music through headphones when walking through a city at night.
If I had a husband or partner who was available to go pick up something on my behalf, then that’s a straightforward and trivially easy thing I can do to reduce the amount of unnecessary risk I’d be exposing myself to. If that wasn’t something that was available, it wouldn’t necessarily mean I wouldn’t pick up the item myself, but I would be a bit more cautious.
The culture of fear you describe does feed into how individual women perceive and manage risk associated with unknown men, but it’s also important to realise that that culture of fear exists in large part because of the direct lived experience of women who have learned that these kinds of precautions are necessary. For my part, whilst I’ve never been assaulted when picking up items from online sales, I have had a few instances of men being extremely creepy in a way that made me regret not being more careful. I had to change my phone number once because an Uber driver kept sending me dick pics, and a friend once had to get a restraining order against a delivery driver who kept coming back to her home and lurking outside her window. It’s only a small minority of men who do these things, but because our daily lives expose us to so many people, then it ends up being a very rational choice to take precautions to protect ourselves.
Edit: my comment cast a wider net than just “risk of being kidnapped”, because that felt to me like a hyperbolic euphemism designed to avoid saying the much more likely forms of harm that women face from predatory men. However, I want to add that the number of traffic accidents I’ve been involved in is non-zero, and equal to the number of times that an unknown man has attempted to kidnap me.
I was going to type something but it would never be so elaborate and accurate as yours! Its not just about the worst case, but high probabilities for a lot of potential problems.
Also, Bear Grylls consumed the same water molecule twice.
Going to disagree with the responses you have so far. You need to consider both the cost and benefit of taking precautions. The cost of sending someone else in your place is low. The benefit is that you negate that small chance of getting assaulted. The cost of not driving in a car-centric society? It’s way higher. It could mean not being able to go to the store to buy groceries, or not being able to get a job. For most people, that cost is much higher compared to the chance of dying in a car crash.
know this stuff does happen - but the chances of being kidnapped are far lower than, say, being in a road traffic accident,
And the chances of getting raped are far higher than an adult being kidnapped by a fucking stranger. What a weird metric to use.
Thing is ill take a risk of being in a fender bender because I will most likely live and not get raped
That being said I combat it by picking things up in a public place or bringing my husband with me
According to OurWorldInData, a person is almost three times more likely to be killed in a car accident than in a homicide by another person. (5.8 homicides per 100k people vs. 16.7 car deaths per 100k per year)
In comparison, non-homicide rapes are… 37.5 per 100k people (oof, much worse that I expected). However, most sources I can find seem to indicate a fairly small percentage of rapes are committed by strangers not known to the victim (A Better Way states it’s 28%). If we take that into account and apply it to the OurWorldInData numbers, it comes out to 10.5 people per 100k are victims of rape by total strangers.
That doesn’t account for the fact that many rapes are not reported, and the risk of rape can vary wildly between different states (holy shit is Alaska rape-y) so the real risk is probably a bit higher than my numbers in most areas, and lower in others.
That wasn’t the result I was expecting when I started writing this comment. I guess in conclusion, people are way more likely to be killed in a car accident than some rando murdering them, but depending on where they live, death by driving may be more or less likely than being raped by a stranger. So uh… Yeah. Not great.
I think that’s a good way to put it. You can’t do much about someone else crashing into you (Unless your husband is Mr Incredible), but you can do a whole lot more when selling/buying something to/from a stranger to avoid that turning nasty.
Genuine question here, am not trying to be edgy or controversial: Which would you least like to happen - be raped, or lose the use of a limb in a road accident?
As a cishet man, I’d take the former (assuming no HIV etc)
A more comparable question is would you rather lose the use of a limb from an accident or have to go under vaginal reconstruction to restore use of urinary function after rape.
I know which is more traumatic. People act like being raped comes with no consequences.
It’s more than the probability, it’s the level of harm. It’s similar to how we protect our kids from paedos with a high degree of safety even though the risk is really low. It’s because the harm from a paedo is fucking huge. The harm a man can do to a woman is fucking huge, life shattering, soul destroying. Women go to lengths to avoid that because it does happen and it’s impossible to know when, where, who. The only truth we have is that it is a possibility now, here, with this stranger.
Do you you think death… Isn’t all of that? People die or are paralyzed in car accidents.
I’m with op, the risk analysis and responses of society are so batshit insane to me. Absolutely petrified of shit that never/rarely happens, completely ignoring the things actively and currently killing them.
You’re right that car accidents happen pretty frequently, and carry a high risk of lasting harm to those involved. This is why people have to pass a test in order to be allowed to drive, are legally required to have insurance, why speed limits and other road safety features exist, and why one of the roles of the police is to monitor and respond to dangerous drivers. Despite all these measures, road traffic accidents happen all the time, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t do these things to try to reduce the likelihood and severity of car accidents. None of these precautions are airtight, but they do reduce the risk that road users face. We don’t ignore the risks of car accidents, we just do what we can to mitigate those risks and get on with our lives as best we can.
That’s how things are for the majority of women. Most of us are far from petrified of unknown men, we have just learned that there are things we can do to reduce the risk of us being harassed or assaulted — many of which don’t take much additional effort and are entirely reasonable precautions to take. Having to do these things is just a background annoyance for most women, because it sure would be nice if we didn’t have to spend time or energy of these things, but most of us have enough lived experience with having to interact with predatory men that it would be irrational not to take precautions.
There certainly are some women who do feel a much higher level of fear, but this is often associated with specific trauma, and is no different to how someone who had been in a bad car accident may feel uneasy driving at first. Risk exists everywhere, and learning what precautions you can easily take to reduce risk, and incorporating them into our lives isn’t us being controlled by fear, but quite the opposite. It can become harmful if it dominates too much of our thinking, but dynamically responding to mitigate risks is something that we all do, every day, to keep ourselves safe and well.
Women get raped all the fucking time, dude
I didn’t intend to say they don’t. Just that random strangers don’t usually do it.
Never/rarely happens? 1 in 5 women have been raped and we think those numbers are conservative due to self reporting issues.
How is that rare?
How many of those were by a random stranger though? I am not saying to be careless or that shit never happens to women. I’m just saying that people fixate on the rare things while not being careful around the common things.
Not to mention that rape by a stranger is literally the rarest type of rape, re relationship to the victim.
Yeah, the US got a lot of hubris talking about how other countries are dangerous, and then I see posts like this every month.
The chances are low, yes, but the potential consequences could make life not worth living.
The classic analogy is the jar of 100 sweets. If I offered you a sweet from a jar of 100, and warned you that one of the sweets in the jar was laced with strychnine, would you take one?The classic analogy is the jar of 100 sweets.
Classic, but deeply flawed.
This is literally the same way white supremacists ‘justify’ being distrustful/suspicious of black people in general.
The mental stress that this level of paranoia inflicts on you is likely going to be more harmful on average.
You’re best off overall if you take reasonable precautions (having a small weapon/pepper spray), and just go about your day without stressing about it all the time.
One in a hundred? No, of course not. One in five million? Actually, still no, because I don’t like sweets very much. But lets replace the sweets with 20oz wagyu steaks… and yes, I think I would!
Same with traffic incident tho.
Good point. There are some risks we just accept as a society.
Lol, well I probably would because I don’t know what that is. And it sounds like an artificial sweetener.
But I get your point. Humans aren’t good at feeling out chronic ‘mundane risk’ and significantly deemphasise it in favour if acute, ‘dramatic risk’.
Much as how 9/11s death toll permanently transformed America politically and culturally on multiple levels, whereas the severity of far greater numbers of vehicular (or firearm) deaths are accepted as unavoidable facts of life.
Hey, wait a minute! Buyer lady was afraid the seller lady would turn out to be a lad, so she sent a lad in her place? What did she think would happen if seller lady actually showed up and got jump-scared by this buyer lad instead? She’s lucky both these lads got along, because either of them could have decided to call off the deal and go home when they saw the terms were violated.
Having sold a few things online, it’s fairly common for one person to chat online and another to have over/receive the money. The person chatting is the person who is most interested in the item; the person handing over is the person who has the time on the day.
Because she knew she could trust this man, she didn’t know if she could trust the stranger. She was minimizing chance of harm… Her husband isn’t going to harm the seller, that’s her bet that she knows better than whether the seller will harm her.
I would assume that neither seller or buyer specified gender for the trade. I also don’t think that having another gender than expected counts as violation of terms.
Could be they didn’t know who was selling it. I’ve done some anonymous stuff like that, where I just showed up without knowing who was there to give the thing. Or if they saw a dude there they just asked about it instead of going full on abort mission abort mission lol
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I still don’t understand sports fans and how they interact with each other. I just buy my thing and leave, maybe talk for a bit if its an item that would imply same hobbies or something but I the only place I’ve had drinks with randos is at a vegas card table and even that was uncomfortable.
“Hey, wife sent me, you have some ‘lamp’ I think?”
“Yeah wife sent me, she said this is the lamp.”
“Lol wives amirite?”
“Yeah lol, and right when I’m trying to watch the damn Hawks game today!”
“Oh Hawks fan huh? I want to watch that game too, wanna hit a sports bar and grab a few brews over it?”
“Yeah let’s go, got a B-Dubz down the road.”
End scene.
I still don’t understand sports fans and how they interact with each other.
“Did you see that ludicrous display last night?”
How do you have a football site and NOT list the NFL or college teams as an option? I do t recognize any of the leagues on that list.
imply same hobbies or something
They’re both into the same team so probably wearing a Jersey or something for game day. Something to talk about. The situation with the spouses was also an easy ice breaker.
Kind of rude of the wife’s to send them out when the game is going to be on.
Probably had time to do it before it
If it was a bear selling that lamp, none of this would have been necessary.
But what if it’s actually a man pretending to be a bear?
*Rolls dice, and passes a perception check*
Hey wait a minute… you’re not some lady’s husband - y-you’re a BEAR!
But then the bear would still have to be afraid of honeypots
I also choose the gay bear
Hello.
This is honestly so heartwarming. Adult dudes have such a hard time meeting other guys, this actually makes me happy seeing two dudes just meet and say hello
The real story is the women setting up their husbands with each other 🥰
When two straight couples become two gay couples. Tale as old as time.
Two males have any sort of positive interaction with each other
Weirdos: Wow so GAYSaying it in a positive way doesn’t really make it better. Normalize men being able to enjoy each other’s company without assuming they’re falling in love or lusting after each other, sheesh.
it is normal, I just think its funny to suggest a romantic plot between the women to setup their husbands with each other
I met a fellow in my neighborhood by happenstance. We happened to be crazy similar. He was really cool.
I felt bad not really getting around to checking in on him more often. I was shy and afraid of what I didn’t know, or making a fool of myself. But damnit he was a really cool guy…
Occasionally I’d catch him with his garage door open and we’d have a chat. (You gotta understand, nobody interacts in this neighborhood.) We met because I was out running in the rain like a crazy guy (we rarely get rain lol) and HE decided to introduce himself to me as I ran by his house LOL.
So anyway…I saw he hadn’t responded to my Merry Christmas text.
…And just a week ago or so I got a text from his wife that he had passed away from an aneurysm 4 months prior.
When I brought her flowers for him, she told me he had said that he thought. . .that I was very cool. . .
Why I’m sharing this:
I know it’s awkward sometimes trying to make new friends as an adult, but also it’s foolish to simply assume tomorrow is guaranteed. Do that hangout. Plan the game night. Talk about random stuff in the backyard. Whatever.
You will never regret more time spent in fellowship and good company.
I would have been a really good friend to him if I just reached out more…
The loneliness epidemic is absolutely real, and this isolating society is killing us all by design and it breaks my heart.
That is all.
Thanks for sharing that story, we should all try to get to know our neighbours a bit Better.
Agreed
But dude should check in with his wife if he’s just gonna not come home suddenly
Wife was already stalking his location, is fine
Plot twist, he was the kidnapping target and he never returned from that bar
Jim and Adam now live near Seattle and adopted a dog.
Hey, wanna hang out?
Do you have hotwings?
You’ll have to tell me how hot these wings are.
Bird wings are hotter than bat wings, IMO.
uwu
Ngl I remember even highschool being a hell for making friends because there was this 70% they will turn out to be andrew tate fans after.
Checks out.
Presuming this is occuring in or near Seattle, yep, yep, the “Seattle Chill” has these days basically become ‘Permaonline / hikkikomori / over exposed to fear inducing media / paranoid main character myopia to the point of delusional antisociality.’
And then you have other people who have like, basic social skills, who do not become infuriated by a bit of small talk with a rando at the same bus stop.
The best deals are worth the risk of dying
I’m a bully, bearded, outdoorsy dude, and you can describe a lot of my friends in a similar way.
Once upon a time, one such friend had a few trees on his property that needed to come down (damaged by storms, emerald ash borer, etc,) so he made a decision to have a “lumberjack day”
The plan was simple, we’d all show up with axes and saws and other implements of destruction and cut down these trees and chop them up to manageable sizes.
We also all kind of had the same idea that we’d show up in flannel shirts and suspenders in hopes that our one friend (coincidentally my now-wife, though we had not yet even begun to think about dating) who was sort of our unofficial group photographer, would show up with our camera, and we could get some cool shots of us being rugged badasses and maybe a group picture.
Sadly, she had to work that day, so no pictures exist.
I decided for this occasion that I wanted a big ol’ double-bit felling axe. It just seemed appropriate.
Now I could have gotten one from a hardware store if I just wanted a prop, but I did want an actual usable axe. Most new axes you can easily get your hands on these days just aren’t that great unless you’re willing to shell out some decent money (they’re not outlandishly expensive, but certainly more than I could afford at the time as a 20-something pizza guy)
Which meant that I’d be looking for a used axe. This was something I’d already been keeping my eye out for at yard sales and flea markets and such but unfortunately I was coming up empty. So with Lumberjack Day fast-approaching, I turned to craigslist.
And sure enough, I found a guy selling axes. Quite a lot of axes in fact, I suspect this guy had been snatching them up from the same flea markets I’d been hunting at before I got a chance. He’d clean them up, hang a new handle if needed, and sell them. His sharpening skills left a bit to be desired, but I’m handy enough with a file and whetstone so that didn’t matter.
We exchanged some messages, he sent me some pics of what he had, and we arranged a time for me to swing over to his house to buy an axe from him.
So one Sunday morning I swerved over to his house, not thinking to tell anyone where I was going.
From the pictures he sent, I kind of thought he had these axes in a shed or garage.
Instead when I went there and knocked on his front door he invited me inside and told me the axes were in his basement.
I step inside his living room, and this man had no furniture.
We go down into the basement, and every wall and float surface is covered in axes (and some similar hand tools- hammers, hoes, picks, shovels, etc)
I think this may have been some kind of serial killer’s lair.
But, luckily, I did not get axe-murdered that day. Instead I checked out his wares, handed him $60, and walked out with a rather nice vaughan axe that was probably from around the '60s
Took it out to my car, sat there for a minute considering my life choices, and went on my merry way.
Then a week or two later I put that axe to good use at lumberjack day. It’s a good axe, I still have it and find some good excuses to use it from time-to-time.
So anyway, he may possibly be a serial killer, but I do recommend Craigslist Andrew if you ever need to buy a decent used axe at a fair price.
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Oh hey, have you guys heard of this thing called “lemmy”? It’s part of the fediverse. You might enjoy the memes!
We have beans, jeans, and no pooping, unless they were all taken away on Taylor Swift’s jet.
I’m sad that that “no pooping” guy never explained himself.
Maybe he was sacrificing his colon for the well-being of the fediverse.
Why didn’t she go with him? Cuz she wasn’t scared and was being lazy.
That’s not very efficient.
Maybe they have kids…?
Womym BAD amirit??
Updoots to the left!!!
So, was it deliberate for you to assign the ‘reddit stereotype’ to the exact opposite sentiment it’s actually associated with, or?
It must be so relaxing being a cis, het, white man.
Right, some more discrimination is exactly what we need to fix things.
“Hey honey, I fear for my life in this situation I engineered. Because of your gender I need you to go face that danger instead. BTW if you don’t do this, I will question your gender identity.”
Even in your own little bubble, your hate doesn’t make sense.
I know this obviously wasn’t your intention, but you managed to encapsulate the attitude of my ex and her family to the letter.
I grew up with food insecurity and poverty, she came from wealth. My family was always open and honest about our thoughts and feelings, her family had strict expectations and roles.
Both her and her mom would constantly engineer situations where I would be forced to prove my masculinity, regardless of how uncomfortable, scared, tired, or belittled I felt. This included things like going out to dinner during a snow storm, moving us from one apartment to another on my own, trying to convince me to physically assault someone else to “defend” her, and purchasing heavy items online that she couldn’t lift and while I was injured.
In hindsight I can see and understand how toxic that relationship was, but at the time I was excited to be receiving any positive attention from someone I was attracted to (whenever I was able to fit their mold), and didn’t know any better.
Apologies for the long rant, your comment hit the nail on the head and also apparently triggered those memories for me.
Glad to hear she is an ex.
One of the greatest feelings is having been helpful to those we care about. It’s sad that some people will abuse that to no end, and you didn’t deserve that in the slightest.
I hope you’re doing better these days. <3
Bait
I’m not sure I’d call it “relaxing,” but It’s definitely easy mode.
Of course, that’s why so many of the losers among us go off the right-wing/incel deep end: if you’re living on easy mode and you still manage to fail, you’ve got nobody to blame but yourself. But they can’t handle that either, so they go fucking insane desperately trying to find scapegoats.
Of course, that’s why so many of the losers among us go off the right-wing/incel deep end: if you’re living on easy mode and you still manage to fail, you’ve got nobody to blame but yourself.
I mean, if you want to think that about those who are suffering, don’t be surprised if they latch on to the first con man who feigns compassion. Since you have none.
Yeah, the pressure to never show emotion, to always be strong and never ask for help, to try not to show the distress at being inherently distrusted because so many people who happen to share the same kind of chromosomes. Totally easy mode.
Just because it’s less stressful than some other demographics doesn’t make it, in any way, easy. Just slightly less difficult.
I wouldn’t even call it less difficult. Just differently difficult.
This. Profoundly this.
I wish people would just realize this and strive to lift each other up instead of trying to one-up each other in the pity-demographic olympics.
Exactly. Different people have different challenges. A woman working in finance in NYC faces many difficulties, but so does man working at a gas station in Albania. It’s not a competition.
I’ve tried both, and being Myself is harder than being a man. More rewarding, but way way more effortful.
Ngl it’s a pretty sweet gig, although lately the het part has been kinda dubious.
That’s awfully presumptuous. Maybe Adam over here is getting some dick on the side, you don’t know his life.
You’re not wrong there, my friend - I stride through life on easy level knowing that nothing bad nor troublesome will ever have any bearing on me, nor my life, in any way whatsoever. It is a most relaxing life.
Bro can’t even text his wife that he isn’t coming straight back home? Wtf?
It’s an hour, man. Don’t be weird.
Do you need to know where your partner is 24/7?! That feels suffocating. These people even have location sharing turned on and she knew he was at Buffalo Wild Wings before she even asked
It would be polite to text, that’s all. When you live with someone and they’re expecting you home with the item you went out to get, you should text if that’s not the case. No big deal but it’s a little rude not to.
I don’t think they were implying that at all. Instead imagine the situation where you send your spouse into a burning building and then they go out the back door and don’t call you. If the wife was afraid the seller was a murderer, this isn’t a case of needing to know where their partner is 24/7. It’s knowing where their partner is after what they view is a very unsafe situation.
Maybe a lamp isn’t worth sending your husband to ‘certain death’ then. If you’re really that concerned about buying off FB marketplace just go to HomeGoods™ ffs, they’ve got lamps too.
Guess that is more of an indication of her priorities, “a possible chance at a discount on this mass produced lamp is worth the chance that my husband literally dies.”
One could argue that thinking the woman selling a lamp on Facebook marketplace is a murderer is an unusually paranoid thought
Frankly, I can easily imagine them going “hey let’s got for a beer and see which one of our two paranoiacs freaks out first”.
Checking my location is a less distracting way for my husband to know if I’m safely on my way home than texting or calling me while I’m driving. She might have thought his phone had been stolen because he hadn’t planned on getting wings.
Someone had to stay with the kids
He should just be glad he wasn’t bringing home snails.
Or Jim 😄
This story is so wholesome. :)
