How come all the bad bitches in the city happen to go to MY nail tech? 😂😭 cause people I didn’t know even know go to her have been popping up with baby gifts
My son’s bike was stolen from our front yard. He was crushed. It was a cheap bike, but it was his freedom. I posted on the community Facebook page, just venting. An hour later, a teenager knocked on my door. He looked rough. Hood up, tattoos on his hands. He was pushing a bike. Not my son's bike. A better one. "I saw your post," he mumbled. "I... uh... I fix up bikes. This one is sitting in my garage. Your kid can have it." I looked at him. "Why?" He shrugged. "When I was little, someone stole my bike. I cried for a week. Nobody helped me. I don't want your kid to feel like that." He refused to take money. Later, I found out that kid has a record. People call him a trouble maker. To me, he’s a hero. Don't judge a book by its hoodie. 🙏
My wife stopped saying "thank you" when I did the dishes.
I noticed.
I was offended.
"I'm helping," I thought. "Where's the gratitude?"
One night I said it out loud.
"I did the dishes. Again."
She looked at me like I'd asked for a medal.
"You live here too."
That's when it hit me.
I wasn't "helping."
I was living in my own house and acting like a guest who occasionally tidied up.
She didn't need help.
She needed a partner who stopped waiting to be thanked for what he should've been doing anyway.
Your wife doesn't need a helper.
She needs a man who stops keeping score.
Husband goes for a walk.
Husband meets neighbor.
They chat.
Neighbor asks if Husband would like some venison.
Husband says, of course!
Neighbor says he'll bring it down in a little while.
Dear reader, neighbor brought a whole deer.