Bullshit. Tabasco breaks down less in recipes, I swear to you. But I keep Crystal around, so come on by, sister.

Much as my pantry: Sriracha for the husband. Tiger Sauce for the kid. Tabasco for cooking, Tabasco Smoked for variety. Crystal for my FIL. Texas Pete for me. HOWEVER, the only one I know for sure comes in a micro bottle for hot sauce emergencies is Tabasco.

I lost weight first trimester, barely got out of regular clothes into maternity clothes second tri, and was bed-bound a lot of third tri so no one saw me, so yeah, it happens. I just hope the gal on the right in that photo has a hella-happy pregnancy NOT looking like her thinner friend, because the last thing a…

See also: the best time to find a job is when you have a job. It’s much easier to leverage your network of coworkers and colleagues while you’re employed than if you quit. Second tip: do the work on a contract basis, if you can swing the health coverage. Contracting either gives you an end date that you can work…

Suck it up, buttercup. —-Florida

I’m in!

It looks like the placemats and kitchen curtains from my first mother-in-law’s house sewn together. So no. No some more.

Short legs here — I swear fit and flare gives the illusion that you’re taller by alluding to legs under the flare. Please don’t disabuse me of this notion.

I’m not crying, it’s just dusty in here, dammit.

She looks like a Rob Liefeld drawing come to life. Except she has feet.

I’m sorry to hear that, as I think the bridge is glorious. Have seen it at sunrise and at sunset, and with a cruise ship going underneath. Don’t feel bad though, you’re not alone!

No lie. Drove to freaking Brandenton to get them and hauled them back over the Skyway. Damn things are awesome....but the coin slots tend to stick.....

Odd, isn’t it? I’m not saving anything if I’m using electricity for 90 minutes instead of 30, and it takes a pretty big motor to spin those front loaders at their escape-from-orbit rate. I may have saved a tiny bit on water but in the long run they cost more. (IMO)

I ditched my fancy schmancy front loaders and bought a pair of SpeedQueens. Old fashioned dial, top loader, agitator, and made in ‘Murica! Have been way happier and clothes cleaner ever since. Plus the spin cycle doesn’t sound like it’s going to shake my house apart.

I spent my formative years in a sports-obsessed southern town surrounded by girls who were good at sports, girls who loved watching sports, and girls who were good at sports and also loved watching sports.

Hey now, you can’t golf-and-release.

Yes. And yes some more.

Can confirm. One of my old bosses only ever promoted his golf cronies and screw you, cubicle clown, if you don’t play. Then I got a boss who fished. This was objectively better.

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry so I’ll just star this comment instead.

He was also downright iconic in A League of Their Own. “Get these wild animals away from me!”