My secret is that my wife was in an extremely bad period in her life when she entered into a contest for knitting supplies. She loved knitting as a teenager and wanted to get back into it as an adult, but felt like we couldn't afford it. She wouldn't buy anything, and wouldn't let me get anything for her because it would be "a waste of money." So when she got an email from a knitting newsletter she followed talking about the contest, she entered and won third place - a little basic kit that got her excited to start and started pulling her out of her dark place.
This is when you go "aha. You cheeky devil. Did you cheat slmehow? Is that your secret?" But no. My secret is, I faked it all. I created a fake knitting blog, and sent it to her as "something I found." I ran it for a few months talking about made up craft projects with photos off the internet and things. Then I faked the contest, sold some of my possessions to buy the "prize" and let her win. Six months later I stopped posting and she didn't even notice. She still talks about that prize she won as turning her life around, and she'll never know I invented the whole thing.
dear god please 🙏 let elon musk die in the most pathetic humiliating way possible and please 🙏 please 🙏 make it happen soon please 🙏 amen p.s pretty please for the love of you
okay so i work in the deli of a grocery store, yeah? and today i got this guy who came up with his two twin children, around five years old. he walks up to the counter, carrying one kid in each arm, and loudly goes “oh, no, i forgot what i wanted!” and turns to the boy in his left arm and, in a perfect blues clues style voice, goes “caleb, do you remember what i wanted?” and the boy goes “half pound of yellow cheese!”
i, obviously, say “you’ve got it little sir!” and slice up half a pound of yellow american cheese, handing it to the little boy, who looks it over, nods, and tucks it in his lap.
then the man goes “well, we can’t just have cheese on our sandwiches. but what else can we put on there?” and the little gurl in his other arm goes “half pound of ham!” so i nod and say “yes ma'am! what kind?” and she points at a random cut of turkey, so her father nods and says “like she said, honey ham!” i cut half a pound of honey ham, hand it to the little lady, she looks it over, nods and puts it in her lap.
then the man goes “now, what should we have for the side?” and the kids both simultaneously start cheering “macking cheese!!!” and the man spins on his heel and marches off, presumably to find the macking cheese.
later, the little boy comes wandering back to the counter while his father looks on and loudly and proudly proclaims that he wants to know where the mustard is. i point him to the correct aisle, he nods, says “thank you mister deli woman” and walks away.
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