He's definitely heard that one a few times, but especially, "please don't shit there, Sherlock!"

Little boxes! My grandmother started my collection with her gift of a small gumball machine-shaped box with little colorful wooden balls inside for gumballs. I became obsessed with tiny versions of big things and haven't looked back! Now I have around 20 various-shaped tiny boxes (safely stored away in a much larger box).

Full of angst and worry. But I'm grateful for the bot that asks every day.

It's so kind of you to ask! Yesterday was awesome, I'm pup sitting for my sister so I get to go on early morning walks.

How did your day go?

Interesting perspective and definitely something for me to consider!

I like to ask every day, but I usually just get one word answers and then sometimes they'll ask how my day was. One comment here has a totally different perspective on that question, though, and it's got me thinking maybe they just don't like it.

Right now, it's a dove that likes to get cozy in one of the balcony planters. But, usually, it's the hummingbirds that sound like they're talking mad trash. They really are such cuties, though!

Ooh, yes, even more excited now! The recliner/TV setup seems perfect for this game imo. I bought an original Xbox a while ago just to play Dark Alliance the way I remembered playing back in the day, so this is going to be a huge treat either way

I'm so hoping my husband will play this with me when it comes out on Ps5. He rarely plays games with me - but this one is too fun is to pass up

Well, he certainly does look in charge

It's hard to have true perspective on what it means to be an American with my limited travel. I've never been out of the country. I've been to most southern states, but live in the west coast now (much prefer it here) and am very aware of my bubble. It doesn't take interaction from people living in countries with free healthcare and great work reform to know that our shit is fucked, though. Proud - not yet. Determined to make this a better place - yes.

He's just trying to get our guard down

He was probably a 5-6th generation feral kitten born into the colony of strays on my grandparents' property. His mom hid her litter under the hood of my Papa's truck, he didn't know and drove the truck - unfortunately all but Coal Hole overheated and passed away. He was only 1-2 weeks old, and I took him to the vet but all they could tell me is that he would probably be a difficult housecat due to his background lmao she wasn't wrong, but he's completely worth it.