Would you rather have your tuna with cinnamon or with blueberry jelly?
My grandma always had blueberry jelly with her tuna and none of the young ones could even deal with the concept. Yuckos!
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Would you rather have your tuna with cinnamon or with blueberry jelly?
My grandma always had blueberry jelly with her tuna and none of the young ones could even deal with the concept. Yuckos!
Sorry about the vehicle woes, Theo.
Oh, Theo, that does suck. I'm sorry.
Yay, TCG!
A local dairy uses tall clear plastic cups for two scoops, and low plastic cups for one scoop. We wash and stack 'em up--or we did, back when we ate ice cream frequently--to recycle.
Except for two: one in the front of the house, one in the back. Also two squares cut from a Cheerios box, each large enough to amply cover the cup's opening, one square for each cup.
Make handy spider-catchers. Walls and flat horizontal surfaces are pretty easy, ceilings are harder, though H is tall enough to manage, usually. I got up to pee one pre-dawn, turned on the light and had a large hairy fellow peering at me--trapped with the cup, cardboard slid under (the cereal box cardboard is thin enough to slide under the cup rim well, stiff enough not to flop or sag), and didn't want to turn on lights or assay the dark house, unlock, open door, turn on light, so I left Monsieur (or Madame, could have been) in his plastic prison on the sink counter with an unwrapped bar of soap in a bright wrapper (odd-why is this here--oh! Hi there!) on top of it and went back to bed.
H got up first and released the beast by the time I was up.
It works, it doesn't leave gooshy marks, and we feel like heroes. Just--don't let it get on me!
My favorites have to be the little jumping spiders. They're harder to catch, for one thing. And it's so much fun to put them were you can get eye level and watch them through the clear plastic, hopping up and down, peering at you with their beady little eyes. I swear you can almost hear spider invective being hurled at the unforgiving plastic of their prison walls and the ungodly beings who have interrrupted their spider business and are detaining them so cruelly.
Okay, cinnamon and tuna is where I draw the bagel line.
A guy at the bkery this morning ordered our salmon croissant with hot chocolate, and it was really hard not to say, "Ewwwwww."
Cynthia Nixon's bagel order caused a social media meltdown
AND CUOMO'S GF MADE THE GD KWANZAA CAKE!!!
Okay that seals it - Nixon has my vote.
(Even if her campaign has been TEXTING me multiple times daily for the past week to the point where I finally responded "Stop fucking texting me or I will vote for the goddamn Green Party candidate out of pure spite." So far it seems to have worked.)
"Pulling a Cynthia Nixon" is a fine addition to the lexicon.
Bummer, Theo.
I think I was lurking or maybe posting only in the show threads when the LA F2F happened
Oh, wow, salmon croissant sounds SO GOOD. I'll save the hot chocolate for dessert.
I forgot about the Sandra Lee Cuomo connection. Eat a muffin whitey vs Kwanzaa Cake is hilarious!
If you haven't met Lucas the Spider, he's animated and adorable. Here he is after he's been captured.
edit: be very careful when Googling Lucas the Spider, because the page I found had a very "helpful", illustrated row of "Other arachnid species" I might be interested in.
I don't think that I've ever deliberately killed a jillifont, at least not in post-childhood memory (children are dreadful little things and I'm sure I wasn't different). Still get a bit apprehensive about spiderwebs, especially ones in the basement.
I leave jillifont and insects alone, outside. Inside my house, I abide by the castle law. The only insect I'll transplant to the outside is a lady bug.
If Mr. Loomy is home, jillifonts are catch-and-release, because he can get close enough to trap them in a glass without hyperventilating and nearly fainting.
If he isn't home, jillifonts are beaten to death with shoes.