Or people who claim to hate onions, yet go to restaurants and eat the food there.

It’s not weird. I dislike it too. I feel like the coldness of the ice cream kind of ruins any flavour - ice cold chocolate doesn’t taste like anything and just gets in the way of enjoying the creaminess of the ice cream.

The gluten story reminds me of a lunch I had with a friend who came and visited me from out of town. She let me know that she really hated garlic and would tolerate it if necessary but could I please avoid it in the meals I cook. It was a little bit of an imposition as I tend to double or triple garlic amounts in…

Oh yeah, I don’t make a big deal out of it when he does get anxious (maybe just a, “Hey, she said no. Don’t worry about it.”) I just bring it up later. I certainly don’t want to add to the fuss!

Do you have tips for getting ones spouse to calm the fuck down about mealtimes? I am perfectly happy to offer food to my 3 year old and let her be if she doesn’t want it, but my husband, sometimes, just can’t let it drop. I tell him, “If someone offered you something and you refused and then they kept offering it…

He is awful.

My old landlord was bitten by a rattlesnake. Not because he was trying to take a picture with it but because it was dark and his dog was barking at what my landlord thought was a faucet that someone had left on. He had a zombie arm and was really uncharacteristically grumpy and combative for several days.

My marriage must also be a sham as I wouldn’t call it hard either.

I had a client who used to bake cookies for my lesson horses. Sometimes, Saturday mornings would be too early for me to eat a proper breakfast. Sometimes, Saturday mornings, I ate a horse cookie for breakfast. Carrots, oats, flax seed and one or two other things.

I was waiting for this. I had this one queued up in case I didn’t find it:

My husband’s grandfather once asked a friend of my husband’s, who was over for some 13-year-old hanging out, this question:

Another one, after I complimented his jacket: “Well, I’m not sure how to take that. You have an pretty weird sense of style.”

Mild but: “Yer relly bad at darts. Can I show you how?”

My folks, London, late sixties. Nerdy socialists.

He walked off and refused to do it anymore. It didn’t get cancelled, he disappeared.

This article just made me cry. I really miss my dog, he died two years ago this July. He always, always had my back and absolutely turned down attention and treats from people he knew I didn’t like. I always knew I was safe when he was with me. He was my little shadow and I often felt like it was him and me against…

Oh man. That is just such a rotten feeling.

We stopped taking them at some point because they were never very fun. My father invariably lost his temper at some point, screamed at all of us and then did something weird like leave my mother the middle of nowhere.

This is very true.

Also, Brazil nuts go rancid so easily, I just can’t really forgive them.