Agreed. Non-cowboy jobs in The Old Wild West included Prospector/Miner, Builder, Gunslinger/Bounty Hunter, Sheriff, Saloon Owner, Blacksmith, Wagon Train Leader, General Store Owner, Barber/Surgeon, Doctor/Veterinarian, Horse Dealer, Saloon Entertainer, Midwife, Schoolmarm, Farmer, Laundress… and of course Native Americans just trying to preserve their own society/way of life…

It’s probably shows like “Rawhide,” where the main cast of roving cowboys encounter all the above, that got us thinking of it all as “Cowboy Life.”

Anyone applying to colleges probably has one already.

If your whole schtick is about decluttering, you should be able to differentiate between “less” and “fewer.” Getting things down to a countable number achieves “fewer”-ness.

Also, looking at walls of books sparks joy.

If your problem is you buy ingredients but can’t be arsed to turn them into food? Resist those beautiful fresh veggies and go get the frozen bag of the same thing. Not only will it keep until you really want to cook, it’s already washed and cut, and it has all the same vitamins. Since you’re already saving money, splurge on the better brand.

Also, go ahead and get some prepared food for no-cook days that are still cheaper than delivery. If you’re inspired to cook that very day by a particular ingredient, make it a simple way, because shopping and stowing is also a whole chore.

It was his first day, he only had the pen in his pocket.

And what have we learned, kids?

Always carry a pocketful of googly eyes!

If you had it on “sanitize” the surfactants in the softener would probably loosen enough of the food and the extra-hot rinse would get it all off and kill the germs so you’d be okay except maybe for burnt lasagna.

You guys got a window seat?

So now the salt is full of microplastics? Well, so am I. Come on in and join the rest.

Look for the caterpillars and cocoons. Those very hungry caterpillars are eating a lot of something, let’s see…

“this caterpillar constantly munches on the leaves of walnut, hickory, sweetgum, and paper birch trees.”

A good way to leave an obvious hint is to put it in “Saved For Later” of wherever the old grownups shop.

And be specific, or we’ll get it wrong! My husband terrorized our wee little girl by getting a Sonic Screwdriver for her stocking. But not the Doctor’s SS, the Master’s! She’s an adult now and that thing is still stuffed in the back of the closet from when she ran away from it.

Twist my arm. Okay fine we’ll build a fort and eat noodles with chocolate sauce in it.

I think it’s cool you don’t hide behind children (pretending you’re just humoring the kids when really you just love building forts).

Looks like Cohen The Barbarian of the Terry Pratchett Discworld series.

In a profession where you don’t live long unless you’re very, very good… He’s very, very old.

Might wanna clip your nails

That rack is ridiculous, one kid or dog runs by and the entire load is on the floor.

Lucky you! Some of us have more laundry than square footage. For instance my spouse gets bed-bathed, so it’s a lot of washcloths and towels. And when we had babies and little kids it was much more. Plus more need for running space. In moist climates there’s also a mold issue.

Ah, so you were privileged to live alone without kids who make more laundry and need space to run and play without pulling down the wet laundry. Glad it worked out for you. I’ll use the dryer in the building laundry room my rent pays to maintain, thanks

Well it’s probably impractical on a motorcycle

Maybe you haven’t tried a long skirt/dress yet. Swooshy, full control of your exposure level, fresh air wafting underneath, long tall silhouette, give it a try!

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