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Is there a known material* that lightsabers don't cut? Serious question.

*Beyond that time ~~Kylo~~ Emo Ren had a hissy and attacked a console, that thing should've been way more damaged.

Foot panties!! This is now canon, someone call Merriam-Webster!

Nah, gotta go with soks - can't have that redundant k in there!

Ha, I've never heard hunt and peck called "chicken typing" before, I kinda like it!

I learned to type in junior high on a Wang (with the black and spinach-green screen), and our typing teacher would tape a piece of paper to the top of the keyboard. Our fingers went under the paper so that we couldn't see what keys we were touching. It made you learn quickly to find your home row keys, and after that learning to type was pretty fun and painless.

Do kids not get a typing class anymore?

ETA: before my typing class I 'taught' myself on a Selectric at my mom's office - man did I have to unlearn some bad habits!

Helen is wearing socks with sandals. Helen don't give a single phuck.

Same here. I'm in my early forties and retired. Small house, no kids, and we don't carry debt beyond our mortgage, which will be paid off in 3 months. Not a fancy or flashy lifestyle by any means. It's possible, it just takes sacrifice and living well below your means during your earning years.

Congrats! I bet it was beautiful

I don't know, I got a couch at Ethan Allen that is still in really good shape despite frequent use.

Remodeling my bathroom, getting my hip fixed so I can go back to not skipping leg day, and possibly a trip to the Tetons.

We're pretty distant. I'm older but only by 17 months. I love my sister and wish her well but I don't trust her enough to be close with her. Our mother really did a number on us and I have to be very careful what I tell her, because I don't have any faith she won't share it with our mom. And it's a shame because if we could talk honestly I think we'd have a lot to commiserate on. As it stands we trade texts very occasionally, mostly focused on nostalgia for some TV show or game we played as kids. Never anything more personal than that. It's usually months between texts.

Her dog died and I wanted to send a sympathy text, but my mother asked me not to because she wasn't supposed to tell anyone the dog died... well then why on earth did you tell me?!?!

We are two women in our forties still goosestepping around a difficult mom who I strongly suspect is borderline, and because of the way she treated us growing up, our sibling relationship basically became collateral damage.

This is why sometimes dog lick my nose.

I tell her to keep her licker in her licker cabinet but she no listen ¯\_(ツ)_/¯