I was unaware that being wasted, entitled, self righteous, easily offended and demanding were all disabilities deserving of handwaving away horrible, selfish, and abusive behaviours on the part of restaurant patrons. I am glad I don’t live in your universe.

Medicinal kittens and puppies:

Apparently his wife goes on these hunts with him on the regular. I don’t want to know if she shoots things too, or just rolls in the skins afterwards.

There’s a thread on a social network that I’ve been part of that’s wishing irritating, chronic, mostly incurable maladies on him in perpetuity. It’s very cathartic.

Argh, can someone explain why kinja is showing that I have a reply and then not letting me see it? Am I cursed?

We use ours for all kinds of stuff. It’s great for squashing squash and pressing patterns into cookies.

Me too. I bought them to make faux-egg devilled eggs (I’m allergic), and promptly lost them in the back of a cabinet. I’ve never taken them out of the box.

Bone broth is literally just HeathNutJargon for what chefs call “stock.”

You know what those things are good for? Baby food. Or mincing the fuck out of meat to feed to elderly, toothless pets. Pretty much nothing else.

Hands down, it’s the vintage Chinese brass hotpot that my mom gave me because I own and use a real wok. It looks almost exactly like this one.

My mom has one, not as fancy, and she uses it to hold small utensils by her fancy 1920s stove.

Thank fuck that my great aunt left me a set of professional pans (all-clad). Had it been something like this, I would have left it at my ex husband’s and never looked back. ick. And my sympathies.

Oh no, not a regular one. These dudes keep me pretty busy.

Wow, I come back today and it’s like someone started a support group. There are dozens of us. Yay for sensible parents of SN kids and NT kids. There’s hope for the future.

Tapdancing Jesus on a Skateboard, I won’t even go to a thrift store with my kids. Places I can put the small one in a cart? sure. Places with tiny aisles and breakable stuff? HELL NO.

Damn you, now I miss the ones we used to get in San Diego. Not available in BFE, Illinois.

I feel undeserving, but I am grateful for the praise.

We have actually asked servers if we could borrow a broom and dustpan to catch that stuff before it got ground into the carpet when our little kid was a throw-it-everywhere kind of eater.

*high fives you*

This thread is full of parents after my own heart, thanks for making me feel like less of a freak.