RubySububi
RubySububi
RubySububi

My husband and I had one of those little ornamental pepper plants and found out that the peppers are at least theoretically edible. I added one of the fiery little bastards to an already-spicy chicken curry. Which I had to throw out, because after about three bites each, I think smoke was shooting out of our ears.

That plot is actually quite dissimilar to that of The Snow Queen. Then again, Disney has never been known for fidelity to someone else's story.

Good to know. I generally use warm water, because I have terrible skin problems in the winter. The backs of my hands will break out into thousands of little bleeding micro-cracks if I use excessively hot water or let my skin get too dry.

Wow, do birthdays count? That's when I got mine (not near Christmas at all. )

The Poinsettia looks like something I once concocted to use up excess New Year bubbly. I suggest one minor variation: Pear vodka.

Wow. One question: Why?

Armstrong is certainly a disappointment to all bakery products everywhere. And I'm saying this as someone who loathes panettone.

Half seltzer, half unfiltered sweet apple cider. Excellent.

Seriously. I'm a scientist having trouble finding a job, and Sarah Palin keeps getting TV gigs? Effing depressing.

The friendly beasts around Him stood ... !

Justin Bieber makes me thankful that I'm over 50.

I hate musical competitions with a passion, but I have to admit that I really like Susan Boyle. She's overcome a lot of obstacles. Hoping that her musical career continues to work out well for her.

As it happens, my husband is allergic to many fragrances. I can get away with mildly fragranced shampoos and soaps, but not colognes or perfumes. (Unless I get mad at him and want him to stay away, but he's a really nice guy, so I abstain.) :-)

I get that too — one thing that will trigger it for me with near 100% certainty is using fragranced bath additives. (I call this my "bath salts problem" when I'm trying to make trouble.) I've pretty much given up baths for that reason, but YMMV.

I love the smell of perfume in the bottle and hate it on human skin. Few if any exceptions. But I have to admit that the name "Fracas" wins the entire Internet. Or would have, if there'd been an Internet in 1948!

If someone in your household has mold allergies, you get used to keeping all kinds of normally room-temp foods in the fridge. Otherwise, your dinners will be punctuated by the sounds of coughing and sniffling. It's amazing how much mold can accumulate invisibly in food that no one would consider to be stale or

I had brunch somewhere, years ago, where they served tuna salad sandwiches on French toast triangles. I thought it was great, and used to make it for myself for lunch once in a while.

I don't think they're saying there's no racism in France; only that black American GIs felt welcome there during the war.

You must be from Wisconsin!

I spent a summer in LA in the late seventies when PCP was kind of a thing. My friend and I were walking down a street in one of the business parks around LAX when a beat-up homemade camper-truck came barrelling around a corner, briefly and terrifyingly swerved toward the sidewalk where we were standing, and then