I used to hate olives, along with a lot of other things. Peppers. Beans. Blue cheese. And I used to tell everyone about how much I disliked stuff.
But then I grew up. You don’t have to eat olives if you don’t want. But if you restrict your life to your little pre-approved list of acceptable foods, you’re missing out.
Life is short. Way too short. You don’t want to discover how delicious a dirty martini with blue cheese olives is when you’re old.
Well my house is an Animahouse and can do that whenever it wants.
Yeah…getting older is why this bullshit happens.
I used to have deep, deep sleep and could sleep until 10am if my schedule permitted.
After I hit my 40s I always wake up at 5-6am. Always. Still tired, just can’t fall back to sleep. Hate it.
I think those “up early” Dads and Grandpas are full of crap. They want to sleep in too, but their stupid old bodies won’t let them, so they act like the’re so awesome for being up early. At, least, that’s what I do…
You mean your luxury bones?
Is the Italian place a lamp store?