Oh, wow, passage of time. Book of Esther seems like a pretty sweet portion for a Bar Mitzvah!
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I made too much muffin mix (don't ask), and I think I'm going to try it out in my new bundt cake pan.
It is good to read that there is some normalcy in Nilly's life.
Also, of course I want to know about the excess muffin mix.
Oh, Steph, so sorry to hear about your brother and I’d be mad at him for lying too and for not being the sibling you need to deal with the shit happening with your dad right now.
Also, of course I want to know about the excess muffin mix.
I SAID not to ask.
The recipe didn't have a yield and I just follow instructions without any actual thought behind it, so it was only as I was spooning mix into the muffin tin that I went, "....wait, that's a lot."
Yum, muffins!
All the congratulations to Nilly’s son! I hope it goes amazing.
How is he old enough for that? Unpossible! (Though Squeak turns nineteen in three weeks. So.)
I've been stress shopping lately and justifying it as dressing appropriately for JZ for her memorial. It's somehow both sad and enjoyable, and it sure as hell beats dealing with the clusterfuck that is my family. (Which is a huge, huge, huge clusterfuck, and I might need to pay my parents' property taxes for them, and man, it would be great if they could be in assisted living, but we'd have to sell their house for that, and then where would my siblings who cannot work go? AHAHAHAHA. FML.)
Ugh, Steph, I'm sorry to hear about your brother and glad to hear about your therapist!
Nilly's eldest will have his Bar Mitzvah soon. He'll be reading Book of Esther this Sunday/Monday.
Oh wow, mazel tov to him! (And his parents, I am sure.)
The recipe didn't have a yield and I just follow instructions without any actual thought behind it, so it was only as I was spooning mix into the muffin tin that I went, "....wait, that's a lot."
Oh yeah, that's how I ended up making one million mini-cupcakes from a cake recipe.
Yikes, Plei that does sound like a clusterfuck. Shopping sounds like an appropriate response.
I've been stress shopping lately and justifying it as dressing appropriately for JZ for her memorial. It's somehow both sad and enjoyable
Sorry about the stress (and the stuff behind it, that sounds super not fun) but this is giving me a lot of feels