Mine wasn't embarrassing at the time...only later, after he told my (current!) apartment manager in great detail about how he fucked me so hard that we broke the headboard on his bed. He was applying to be the building handyman, too! So grateful he didn't get the job.

That stuff is so good! I get it for my dairy-free kids, and have to restrain myself from snarfing it down.

O-H and his brother do that. I can see a nibble here and there, but eating it like a SlimJim... *shudders*

Beautiful. Simply beautiful.

... I do the vanilla extract as perfume thing. My grandma always dabbed it behind her ears when it dripped on her fingers. Guess where I got that habit?!

This reminds me of my BIL, who once drank an entire bottle of maple syrup (the flavoured corn syrup kind, not the real stuff) on a dare. Apparently, when he hurled shortly afterward, it also came out his nose, and he swore that he could smell nothing but maple for days.

OMG. I have 4 sons who are all teen or pre-teenage, and so I have, at times, had 10 or 12 boys in my house. It can be gaggingly noxious. I may just borrow a page from your mother!

Oh, man. Your poor mom! I know that feeling. I swear, every time we went to WIC appointments, one kid or another had facial bruising of some sort. I used to joke they were doing it on purpose to get me in trouble :(

Kids are great for those sudden-heart-attack-from-fear moments. My 4 sons have given new meaning to the phrase "bouncing baby boy", I swear. Broken bones, concussions, getting a foot caught in a bike wheel, getting a finger caught in a hole sliiiightly too small to pull it out (spoiler: he pulled it out anyway,…

I am, and have always been, a huge klutz. Here are some of the highlights. (I'll split this into 2 sections. Kid and not kid.)

Holy shit. OW!

My bits cringe in sympathy :(

I'd give you a high five in solidarity, but we'd probably whack each other in the eye or dislocate something. My dad once said that if there was a hair on the ground, I'd trip over it. Sad, but true.

That is... utterly horrifying. I am so sorry.

When my oldest was 4 or 5 days old, just home from the hospital, his dad got up with him early in the morning and took him downstairs. 30 seconds later, a yell, a couple of thumps, and much baby crying. My oh-so-brilliant mother had left a stack of catalogs on the carpeted stairs. Husband was wearing socks. Stepped…

Confectioner's/powdered/icing sugar is all the same thing, as far as I know.

You may know this already, but you can make your own powdered sugar by putting a cupful of granulated sugar in the blender on high for a bit. If you're making it in advance, you can use a spoonful of tapioca or arrowroot starch to keep it from clumping.

Are you my long lost sibling? This sounds exactly like my mom.

I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist. And besides, Bob Ross was a nice looking guy with a very soothing voice!

So... was it sexual?