Means a beating.

Well, share with the class!

I am, yeah, but we don’t have kids and currently operate just the two accounts till I get a better paying job. It really all depends on your family and situation, obviously, and what each other is comfortable with.

“precise dwarf bravery”

Yeah, that’s probably where I messed up, or the cream/egg whites weren’t stiff enough. I’m always twitchy on whipping cream, because I worry I’ll get butter.

Do you have an egg poacher? If so, and you aren’t getting pretty eggs, maybe look into getting a mold. If you free poach, an egg poacher will change your life*

I understand what your saying, but I believe in three bank accounts for couples. Your money, their money, and each other’s money, where the bills/kids/joint financial decisions come from. I know far to many people who had a joint account, and then got boned when their spouse became a jackass. It also brings a level of…

Aww, what a widdle savage! 12/10 am shivering with fear.

How the hell does one make a mousse? I tried the egg way and the gelatin way, and both ended up chocolate pudding.

Well, that’s fair. I suppose if you use them enough, it’s worth it. I’ve only cooked escargot once, for my husband’s birthday, and he’s happy with a herb-butter sauce and a bowl. I didn’t even know there were fancy dishes for it.

Why couldn’t you? It seems to me that a muffin tin and a thin takeout chopstick would suffice.

Today, I learned that Eddie Murphy had a child with Scary Spice and 12 year old me is confused, and 26 year old me wishes she didn’t care. But she does..she does.

I won’t lie..I’m getting one of these before my final tomorrow. I will be sure to tip and apologize though, because working at a coffee shop is balls.

This article brought me joy, and I don’t even partake. 

“Look at me, I’m AMWoooo, and I’m responsible with money and my life goals, nyah nyah”

I will support you in this, random internet person. Particularly if you get it from your feet to your waist, and have its head poking over your hipbone.

She is also very involved with charity work, and the OBE is for both her fashion contributions and that.

If he’s anything like the heavily tattooed people of my acquaintance...he wasn’t. It gets to a point where it becomes “Hey, I like *thing*. I’ll get a tattoo of it. fuckit.” If I had the money, I can’t say I wouldn’t get a ridiculous tattoo of a giraffe or something.

Be kinder to yourself. Have some pie. 

People are crazy rude. I have a friend who’s a little on the bulky side, and the things people think it’s appropriate to do or say is appalling.