I feel like we should all do that. With orange food colouring as suggested by the OP. And fire as suggested layer. And it really wouldn’t matter what the booze was. I was just snooping in my cabinet. I have fucking creme de menthe and butter ripple schnapps. What a terrible combo.

Oh, I have traveled Italy so I know this to be true. Also true in France.

No, but I assume he would do well in the military. I don’t know where it comes from. The guy doesn’t stop doing things ever.

BRILLIANT

I am also Canadian! Make sure you let Kellie Leitch know that she can fuck off!

Omg and call it Dumpster Fire. Or Some People Just Want To Watch The World Burn.

The women’s shelters here take baked goods. Maybe you have one nearby that will do the same?

I tweeted her a tweet because I despise her and that’s how I deal with my feelings.

That last sentence does not compute.

I so do not relate to the cleaning thing. It’s insane! You know what he did? He took apart the oven door so he could take the glass out and clean it from the inside. With tools and stuff! Im so lazy in comparison.

She’ll probably die first though. I’m an optimist.

I love it when it just goes in the pan, but it gets so gross so quickly.

You should bring the sherry to my house because I need it for some baking.

I made tacos for my girls. And because I’m not eating them, they are full of onions and garlic and tomatoes and spices. You know - like a taco should be. I’m heading out to the Keg with the husband (it’s a steakhouse chain in Canada). I already know I’m getting pistachio crusted salmon with bacon-y Brussels sprouts…

It’s natural, but in my experience it’s still worth marrying if you have the right dude. Mine eventually realized that his family is wacky and we don’t live near them so it’s no biggie. Is there any way you can not live near them? Does he know they are wacky? That’s particularly important.

How does one not like Nutella? It sounds odd in this bun application, but it’s fucking chocolate and hazelnuts so I’ll eat it.

Halloween 2013 when I my midwife had to tell me I was losing another baby. I had my kids with me. We were trick or treating at the mall with friends. I cried all the way home on the bus while people stared at me. Little did I know the miscarriage process would take 2.5 months. A few days later I had to go away for a…

Hooooow....did you get through the 90s and miss this?

ME TOO. I live in perpetual fear of kiss cams. We look nothing alike. My sister and him look like twins. Then there’s me.

They are 5 and 7. I grew up in a political family and I’m not damaged. I honestly think it’s bizarre to be in your early 20s and not care about politics. That’s much weirder than a 7 year old knowing the name of the American president-elect. Do you not learn about this stuff at school?