Mm, I do that anyway.

EWWWWWWWWW

It’s the one and only time I’ve ever heard that expression.

So when I was 19 an older guy (maybe early 40s?) came up to me at work (on a boat...I was in the galley) and said, “Heyyy, where’d you get the angel kisses?”

No, this is the opposite of helping.

Maybe this guy was actually an entire colony of bees in a person suit?

God, that meal sounds incredible and I am so sorry the glass broke on it! But also your husband sounds awesome and I'm happy for you.

Ooh, you win. I've never set tea on fire.

I would weep.

Yeah! You can’t steal a giant dino-fighting gorilla from his home island, but him in a cage in New York, and make him into a side show, and then not expect him to wig out and climb a building and swat a few planes from the sky. It’s just basic science!

I didn't cry when he died in the first one, I think because the animation was so sort of old fashioned looking and my mom and I had spent the whole movie making fun of Faye Wray. But in the newer one, it was so much more realistic and it sucked me in.

Ha, well I went to school in Ashland, Oregon, which is where that incident occurred. I now live back in my Alaskan hometown, where there are no black widows, fleas, ticks, cockroaches, or anything like that (instead we have bears).

I hate making pie dough. Anymore I just buy the premade kind from the refrigerated section. I’m sorry about your grandma. It sucks that she never got to teach you her pie recipe.

Same. Especially if it's food I've been craving.

Jesus. What a terrible person.

In this case, since they were just tuna melts, I think it was mainly that I had managed to fuck up something that is so EASY to make. I thought was being so careful, and I burned the shit out of them, but I was an adult (supposedly) who knew how to cook (supposedly) and I fucked it up. Stupid tuna melts.

Wow, she seems like a damn piece of work. I hope a turtle bit her nose.

1. I was in college and making tuna melts for my roommates and me. I burned the shit out of them and burst out crying and scrunched up on the floor because I was a failure. My one roommate gave me a hug while the other stayed far away (she is not a hugger).

Yeah, at the coffee shop where I used to work we called them steamers. Add a little flavored syrup and some whipped cream with an artful drizzle of caramel and the kiddos thought they were getting something fancy (when they were really just getting allllll sugared up).

I found the pictures! Along with this post from the dad of one of the kids: