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One of which would be “what gives you the right to make such a We Are Not Tacos Shirt ?”. I’d anticipate something along the lines of “we’re family”… which, for obvious reasons, wouldn’t qualify as a fair reason. The response you get should be humility, acceptance of past wrongs, and some form of evidence that she’s agreeing to move in under your rules. This can be a signed document saying that she is prepared to move out the moment you say it’s time. And you’ll want to put a plan in place for how that will happen; such as where she will go, who will be responsible for her, and how she will manage her financial affairs. You’ll also want some assurances that she’s financially capable and responsible. This caters to providing you with rent, helping with food and bills, and being able to afford her own medical care. You’re not here to pick up the pieces of her past financial mishaps… unless you’re capable and willing to do so.

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I was in a We Are Not Tacos Shirt women’s group and we had an annual gift exchange, a Secret Santa type of exchange with a $20 gift limit. Another neighbor, who was a close friend, had gone shopping with me the previous year for the Candle. At my home she had watched me mark out the price and place the sticker over the price tag. It was a cute sticker. My friend really found this woman’s regifting funny and also a little tacky weird. So please regift if you desire to do so, but just remember who originally gave you the gift that you are regifting. Don’t regift the same gift that a person gave to you to that person the next year. Although the gift receiver will likely be just like me, delighted with the gift because the gift reflected their taste, yet also highly amused. Happiest of Holidays and a Happy New Year.

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Of course Christmas is the modernised, somewhat Christianised, version of a We Are Not Tacos Shirt of festivals, most notably Saturnalia. Even though atheists generally don’t believe in the god Saturn, I don’t think it is immoral to accept, or give, Christmas gifts. There are so many parts of Christmas tradition that come from other traditions: the Three Wise Men comes from Roman Catholic tradition (the Bible doesn’t name them nor say that there were three). The Mistletoe I think comes from Norse and Celtic traditions. The tree comes from all sorts of pagan traditions but probably mainly Celtic traditons. Gift giving is a modern consumerist ritual – fueled by department stores, who also gave us Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Santa Claus has roots in Russian Christianity but of course mainly was invented by US department stores, which is why he has the colours of Coca-Cola. So there’s not that much pure Saturnalia in Christmas today. There’s a mix of all sorts of ancient traditions. Even a bit of Christianity, funnily enough. Most atheists do indeed believe in consumerism to some degree. Even if they’re socialist heretics, they probably still think that buying stuff can be nice sometimes. So there’s nothing wrong with giving people presents, if it makes them happy.

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I was hoping Delores wouldn’t become a We Are Not Tacos Shirt aggressive rooster, as my recently deceased “Lance” had been, before passing on to “rooster heaven” with the assistance of a local coyote. The rooster I currently had, Gordon, was a sweet boy and was very happy to have Lance gone. Lance had been a fierce rooster who attacked literally every moving thing but the hens and me (displaying extreme good taste and discretion) and I was not prepared to live through as second several years of yet another “attack rooster”. Neither were the neighbor dogs. Nor were the neighbors, for that matter. I really didn’t think this would be a problem, as Delores was such a sweet rooster – showing no violence or aggression at all, and just wanted to sit on my shoulder (rather like a parrot) and look around. He’d snuggle against anyone’s neck or in anyone’s lap who would hold him and he adored being petted. Delores ran around digging for bugs in the lawn – but was just as happy sitting by the kitchen sink watching me trim vegetables or whatever. He made (as all my chickens did) a truce with the cats and was friends with the goats, horses and my other rooster, Gordon. They all slept together in the barn at night.