I drive a Fiat 500 and routinely feel like I’m going to be plowed over. In addition to the size and weight differential, those drivers seem to be more aggressive too. It’s a very dangerous combination.

I feel this way about a grilled cheese using Kraft slices.

Knowing that my dog depends on me, she NEEDS me in order to survive, pushes me to keep going. Even if I can’t care for myself I can care for her. Lou has saved my life so many times, plus she’s really cute 🥰

Came to say this! Having a pet in general is wonderful for mental health, releases oxytocin etc. Having a dog that needs to go outside is often the only thing that can get me out of bed during low points. She forces me to put on pants and shoes (rude) and get fresh air (ew) and move my limbs (lame)

He’s just So Round lol

Are they all like this? lol