Or really thinly slice those dogs (like bacon) and make a great potato and sausage hash

Mine was this Bollywood sap-fest (translation by clicking the CC button):

You both look amazing :)

Mom: You look like a beached whale. Maybe you shouldn’t eat that. (by ‘that’ she meant the only food I had all day because I was busy)

I got one at the airport the other day thinking it was a shot of cappuccino. When I got handed a shot of milk, I realized I was wrong.

I feel ya. I moved continents away from my family and they all refuse to come visit lil ol me by lonesome here because they think I live in the North Pole. Canada is not the North Pole.

It was on my way out of a very toxic job. As part of my ‘transitioning out’, I had to write instruction manuals for the new girl who basically was the reason for me quitting on how to do my job. A very technical job which she had no interest in but always tried to throw me under the bus whenever she could.

And here’s mine.

the last story made me see red. what an awful human being.

You do you. As long as you love it, it’s all that matters.

I love my slow cooker - especially the new one that has a browning and sauteing function. It has made a lot of Indian special event dishes that takes days to cook like nihari (spicy tender shank stew/curry) and haleem (meat lentil wheat stew) a breeze.

Ours was a fusion Indian wedding and I’ve been to countless Indian weddings where each ethnicity/region has their own version. I’ll send you an email later tonight if you’re interested.

The smell story made my day!

Got into a bit of competition with the other maid of honour over the bride’s older-and-suddenly-hot-and-no-longer-an-annoying-twat brother. I lost. They got to have sexy times and I was bummed out.

Our relationship was a lot like that in that we did every conventional milestone backwards. We met before I moved to Canada permanently and his parents let me stay with them while I was in between housing situations. So we hooked up first, moved in with my “future” in-laws, lived together and then got married.

OOOOh! I finally get to tell this story publicly. For my conservative folks, we just stuck with “we mutually decided to take the right step”, but the reality is far different.

I have an aunt AND uncle named Dolly. They’re like my dad’s second cousins and Bengali folks have this bizarre tradition of having a ‘proper’ name and a ‘pet’ name, which what my aunt and uncle’s pet names were. Also had a family friend whose pet name was “Butter”

Surprisingly, my legs were OK. My lower back was another different story.

My heart almost gave out at some point. I’m not in peak condition so the trip took me a little over half hour - and I wanted to die. Not doing that again - ever!