Women having to get husband’s permission to open a bank account (speaking of the US).

Printer ink.

I’m just kidding… listen to all the other smart people in this thread and not me.

I’ve had 18 shares of Morgan Stanley in unclaimed funds for a while. They want the shares certificate to claim it… which doesn’t make sense cause if I still had the certificate, I’d just sell them. But anyway, your post encouraged me to get in touch with MS investor relations just now to see if I can do anything about it. It would be almost $2,500 if it works.

Valerian is the way if melatonin does nothing. It knocks me out.

There is a study that say taking a really hot bath 2 hours before bed and then sleeping in a cool room (68F) helps fall asleep.

I’ve also had success with taking magnesium and low-dose melatonin 15-20 mins before bed.

For the morning, meditation and journaling are a must for me. When I journal, I do a brain dump, which is super helpful with ADHD.

Some Top Golf and a game night with friends, then going to an immersive art exhibit with the family after gorging ourselves on sushi. Really looking forward to all of it.

A whole bunch of professional groups are on there. It’s one way I get client referrals and network.

Her babies: https://lemmy.world/post/22578852

I sort of do this, but it’s not super haphazard because otherwise the drawer doesn’t fit everything. So there is still folding involved. I should simplify my wardrobe…

My Hazel is recovering from ACL surgery (TPLO), and she is doing fantastically well. She keeps wanting to play with Sunny and run up the stairs, but she is not allowed to yet. So she whines about it.

And Sunny pooped on my nice blanket, but she did it because she was scared, so I’m not mad. She has trauma, so loud noises terrify her.

Laundry, specifically folding it. I have ADHD so my brain makes it out to be a much bigger task than it actually is. I hate it so so much.

An elderly couple sat next to us, and the man sent his elk chop back twice because it was “too seasoned.” The second time they put no seasoning on it for him, but he still claimed that it had “the seasoning from the pan.” He then proceeded to order salmon instead (with no seasoning) and complain loudly the whole time. No tip for the waitress.

For context, this was a nice restaurant at Crater Lake in Oregon. My husband also ordered the elk chop, and said it was the best meal he’s ever had. We tipped the waitress double and had a great laugh with her about the whole situation after the elderly couple left.

In my state, you’d be considered common-law married. Might as well get married-married. If you both want it, that is.

Good to know!

I live in the US and I haven’t noticed any xenophobia. I have heard a couple of people refer to “Russians” like we are a monolith but they were still understanding of someone like me who is very anti-war.

You can still leave but you might have to jump through hoops. My mom had to go to Kazakhstan to get an American visa to come visit me because all embassies are closed in Russia.

Our family was on a road trip, and I made tuna salad sandwiches in the morning. We ended up never stopping for lunch, and in the evening I went to throw away the sandwiches. “They can’t be that bad,” said my husband, “you only made them this morning.” I gave him a “really?” look and continued to throw the sandwiches away.

Apparently this made my usually intelligent and science-minded husband eager to play the tuna roulette. He grabbed a sandwich and took a small bite “see, they are fine!” I called him crazy and threw the rest away. “You’re going to regret that,” I said.

The next morning, we are getting ready to drive to Bandolier National Monument, about a 45-min drive from our hotel. Everything is fine, my husband is driving. All of a sudden, he says “Shit.”

“What is it, baby?” “I need to go. Like, right now.”

He ends up crouching behind a lone scraggly tree next to the road while pooping pure shit water. The rest of his family pass us by in their other two cars. One of them stops as he wildly gestures for them to keep going. They finally get the hint and leave.

Yeah, we never made it to Bandolier that day. But he only had to shit one more time by the road on the way back to the hotel, so that was a win.

He has since agreed that my food safety knowledge is superior and developed a healthy respect for mayonnaise’s ability to ruin a fun day.

Heights. There was some movie or show where people were hanging from a skyscraper window after an earthquake, and I regularly have vivid nightmares about it. It’s not to the point of a phobia but a really strong fear. I went up the Seattle space needle with my husband, and he was clowning against the glass while I was only able to stay in the middle. Had nightmares about him falling or me falling off it ever since.

Great, I take a stimulant, a beta blocker, and an antipsychotic. I’m cooked.

I’m going to tell a story on behalf of my husband.

He was 13 and in Boy Scouts. Their troop was told that some older scouts went missing and the troop had to look for them. They formed patrols and were searching for over 3 hours when the leaders said that the older scouts were located; one of them was disemboweled and needed a medical helicopter to come from Denver. That was the “oh, crap!” moment…

Turns out the whole thing was staged. No one ever went missing. They just wanted the troop to learn how to do search and rescue. There were younger scouts there who were crying and terrified, definitely scarred by the experience.

And that’s how things were done back in the 80s.