Parents had 6 girls. I’m one of 6. Then CT passed legal birth control. And the breeding stopped.
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I pray to whatever gods are out there, this baby is transgender.
Or, as I like to call it, Mar-A-Llama-Ding-Dong.
(serious question, don’t be mad at me. How do I tell if I’m awake?)
My white grandmother on my dad’s side despised my mom her whole life, for the sin of being the daughter of Polish immigrants. My paternal grandmother was of French, and English ancestry, from generations back, and marrying Polish was beneath their son.
The ONLY reasons I still have a land line is because my house has steel siding, and the cell phone doesn’t work well inside, dad is 90 and lives on his own. He has to be able to reach me.
I remember when I was a kid, bike tires came in different colors. I remember red ones, and how badly I wanted them, and knew there was no way in hell I’d even ask, knowing there was no way in hell we’d ever be able to afford them.
How does one get out of the greys?
Pics in a Pictorial article would have been nice.
I just tried to sign up for notification.
I make home made, and have never heard of adding jello. Why would you? The fruit has it’s own pectin, making it ‘gel’ on it’s own. For flavor, you could add orange or lemon zest. I’m actually curious as to the addition of the jello
I’m older now. 60's. And tell sisters not to spend money on me or my kids. (I don’t like them. Sisters, not my kids). And they do it anyway.
I’m so fucking glad I’m old.
I’m the only woman who will bring CHUCK NORRIS to his knees!
We stumbled upon Amsterdam gin once, when we didn’t want to spend the money on a bottle of blue Bombay. It made for a nice martini, but it worked better with a slice of cucumber than an olive.
I am the third of six. I still feel like an only child, because the older one than I (3.5 years) was into drugs and shit by the time she was 12, and the ones just younger than I were all a year and a half apart, and wanted nothing to do with me.
Morty can tell time.