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Sounds like itā¦
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Theyāre not wrong. Either the roads are really bad or they are working on the roads. There is no middle ground.
I have other ways of telling that my depression is getting bad again.
Iām worried about you.
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All your points are valid, but Iām still not making the bed.
Mainly because I share a bed with DH and he doesnāt make the bed. Just pulling the cover up makes it look semi-made and makes me feel better.
I guess thatās another argument for using separate covers on our bed.
Yes, this really improved our marriage. Gregg sleeps with about 5 blankets/comforters. I sleep with one duvet. I love my duvet.
This. Also less dust gets in the bed if itās made.
This is funny to me coming from a Brit
The roads in the UK terrified me this summer. I literally had indigestion every single time I got in the car and spent a lot of time reliving my life as we drove on one lane roads on the sides of cliffs trying to pass chains of cars.
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Same, I know future me is always 10x happier to get into a smooth, pre-made bed at the end of the day.
Most of our roads are not like the Scottish Highlands ![]()
Future Me is happy about the bed being made situation. I feel like heās less happy about the spending money like a drunken a sailor and leaving nothing in the kitty for emergencies or retirement thing. Heās a bit moany about that. Iāll give it some thought next time Iāve got some headspace. Maybe in December in Orlando. Or June. In Orlando.
There does seem to be a link between my depression being bad and me shouting at strangers on the street because theyāve annoyed me.
Iām kidding. I shout at cars. When the driver doesnāt indicate. Whatās wrong with these people.
Well, at least future you can jump in a clean bed and pull the covers over his head.
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Lots of headspace thenā¦
Perfect!!!
Wait. Iām supposed to clean the sheets and make the bed?

To make them worse? They donāt seem to get better
