I confess: I don't understand how my coworker can be over 70 years old and still not know basic things. The toilet was clogged, but she didn't "know" even though she did admit the water flowed slower than normal. You know, indication that it's going to clog the next use. So no word from her, Neil uses it, and it's clogged. So we had to call a plumber because it just wasn't working with the plunger. Nastiness EVERYWHERE. So I was late to work because I had to one: wait for a plumber, and two: clean up the bathroom. I was not happy when I saw her at work. She said she had no idea that water acting weird in the toilet was a concern. I guess she never put the two and two together??? ARRRGH.
I confess: I have no idea why people want to tell me about their sex lives. One of my coworkers asked if I knew of a location near where we lived to get a massage and I said the only spa I knew of seemed sketchy. He laughed and said, oh yeah, on the app Next Door they say the same. THEN he went on saying maybe he should go there for the happy ending and his wife would wonder why he was so happy... and AHHH he kinda then insinuated that his wife doesn't give him happy endings any more and I just keep typing like OH OKAY LET'S TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE NOW.
I confess: I can't wait until I get to the age when I can vomit without every one thinking I'm pregnant. Not pregnant guys.