gruntl3d
Gruntl3d
gruntl3d

I am a vegetarian by choice, have a few dislikes (eggs, blech), and unfortunately a pretty long list of allergies and intolerances (lab tested). It fucking sucks. My guts have basically never worked right and we’re trying to fix that but in the meantime, I can’t eat a whole, whole lot of things. Even feeding myself is

as a person with multiple food allergies/medical food restrictions, i know how hard it is to manage them at restaurants and i usually do just stay home and cook my own delicious food. it makes more sense. when i DO need to go somewhere public for a social meal, i sure as hell try to have more sense than this family

Next week will be Revenge, so while not light, it’ll definitely be cathartic.

“Fortunately, we had a pretty good relationship with the local cops (again, this was Canada, not America, so all the young cops had Women’s Studies degrees and wanted to help poor people and shit). “

I live in a town full of upper middles class families- although I’d say I’m medium middle, and there are people at all levels of income. However, the reputation is of a ‘rich town’. And I can easily be mistaken for the upper middle class housewife because of this reputation. If I were the second woman and my 7 year

Mine ended with “..and then I quit after calling the bitch a pathetic power-tripping &#%^@.”

This was one of the darkest collections of customers in a long time. I’m going to need an hour of deer-and-bunny videos to clear out the sympathetic rage. And then I’ll grill the most perfect cross-hatch into a lunchtime chicken breast that you’ve ever seen.

We had one family friend that I just stopped going to restaurants with because he was such a tool, complaining about every aspect of the meal. (To make matters worse, he was actually a really good cook himself, which meant he could find fault with any damn thing.) My Mother would go with him occasionally, but she

This entitled housewife looks back at her impressionable child and calmly says “She is yelling because that girl deserves it, the service is terrible every time we come here.” And then she looked me straight in the eyes.

I wonder what the age range of the users of that app is, likely has an impact on the result.

That’s a bit low, actually.

*comes to Kitchenette*

Australia has a waffle deficiency probably because waffles aren’t actively trying to kill you. From what I understand of our upside-down neighbors, they only like things that are cute, deadly, a combination of both, and beer.

(Also, we’re actually very fond of our wildlife that’re intent on our gruesome murder. I don’t know why non-Australians are so weird about the concept - it should be familiar to anyone who likes cats.)

Jesus tapdancing Christ... How do you manage living on that island? Everything is trying to kill you AND waffles “aren’t a thing”?

Ha! My mom would love you. She made me so aware of safety rules that I can’t change lightbulbs without turning power off at the circuit breaker and donning safety glasses and rubber gloves. I always thought she made me too cautious until I was removing a compact fluorescent bulb and the butt jammed in the socket then

I wish I had seen this call for posts before it went up. I’ve got a story I could have contributed about some real stupid and unsafe behavior of thatI myself am guilty of.

I saw a kid-waiter collision happen once at a restaurant. A group of friends / study partners from law school decided to go to dinner. It was a family-style Italian place and we ordered three family size plates to share among us.

Stories like this reinforce my feeling that I’m a good parent because I sure as hell wouldn’t leave my five-year-old daughter alone in any section of any store no matter how kid-friendly it supposedly is and if somehow she did end up opening stuff and damaging it, I’d pay for it, take her straight home and to her