Sadly, Pete will kill me if I try and gift you one.
This is very true.
Unrelatedly, Etsy is like crack if you happen to be browsing for vintage sewing notions. Whooo.
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Sadly, Pete will kill me if I try and gift you one.
This is very true.
Unrelatedly, Etsy is like crack if you happen to be browsing for vintage sewing notions. Whooo.
It's warm water and pressure... Though I do prefer removing it in the shower because the tubes look weird in my sink.
I cried hard enough to take it off without rubbing. Seriously. I was doing that thing where you're biting down hard on something and freaking re: THE HUMANS but you don't want to rub your makeup off because HOLY SHIT, they might see you? And it came off anyway, and then I snuck back to my hotel room and, umm. Texted you until I was human again.
It really would be cool to see smoke actually come out of someone's ears.
Without benefit of direct application of a clicky-stick or torch thingie.
I cried hard enough to take it off without rubbing. Seriously. I was doing that thing where you're biting down hard on something and freaking re: THE HUMANS but you don't want to rub your makeup off because HOLY SHIT, they might see you?
Did you have eye squinching with the crying? I think that's how the sweaty sneezing removed mine.
Texted you until I was human again.
Ha! I wondered if it was that time when you first mentioned it.
I don't do creme brulee (egg issues), so I use my kitchen torch to sear the skin of the chicken back to the meat after having rubbing salt and garlic between the flesh and the skin. Traps it, it does, plus extra singing of meat.
And for nearby candles.
Ha! I wondered if it was that time when you first mentioned it.
Yep! Totally that time!
I am not sure how much eye squinching I did. I do know I looked at a compact and was shocked to see tubes on my face. Really, the absurdity of that was what finally got me able to LEAVE the bathroom and go elsewhere.
I pick the sugar off creme brulees, so no one will believe me if I say I want to cook them. BUT! I will totally cook chicken and I light candles.
It is resolved that I deserve a kitchen torch.
You could pick the sugar off, re-brulee it, pick the sugar off...
You could do it all day!
Then I will just have a mountain of burnt sugar shards. I'm not sure what I could do with that. Beyond wounding a passing diabetic.
Melt them into one big shard?