I snuck meds into cheese for my dog one time, and she is now forever suspicious of any and all cheese whether it’s cubed, shredded, sliced, whatever.

I’m also going to need some elbow room in case I need to dodge anything.

No no no, I have it on good authority that it is hammer time.

My eyesight is atrocious. One time I was out in a notable windstorm, I stumbled, and my glasses got ripped off my face. I would have been absolutely fuckered if I’d been alone. They’d gotten blown under a car and I never would have found them by myself.

Just because someone is unsuccessful in killing you doesn’t mean it’s okay that they continue to try though.