OMG fr. I'll ask my boss, shall we do option 1,or option 2? and he'll write back, Yes.
Hhffggshn
My partner owns a boat. It has more spiders than any place I've ever been.
Back in the 1980s, this used to be referred to as "the Myth of the Benevolent Corporation."
I hate that I know this, but the Barbie said, "Math class is tough."
Kissinger received a fucking Nobel Peace Prize.
It was one of the defining moments of my childhood that turned me into a radical.
You're never more than eight feet away from a spider.
I agree with you. In my case, I waited until a person I had wronged 30 years before reached out to me on facebook. Her contact gave me the opening to apologize. She claimed to have forgotten the incident, but I don't think that was true (for complicated reasons). But she accepted my apology.
We became close again for a while, but then she quit returning my calls and I let her be. At least I got to make my peace.
Do you have a suggestion for a different instance? This will be my fourth one, sigh. I have one beehaw community I follow and some are vanned by the.
I wasn't talking about dna. I was talking about genealogical databases. After the DNA hit is made, they use a genealogy database to find relatives. Also... Who do you think owns Ancestry DNA?? Look up My Family Inc. They're Mormons.
The Mormons created the databases. They literally went to Europe and volunteered to manually enter handwritten records that survived World War ii. Source, I used to work for ancestry.
The olden days of the 1950s and even 1960s.
Drives me insane. They think chic is pronounced chick. They think Ms. is short for Miss. And already is not a word.