Homemade croutons are freaking amazing and when I make them, I eat much more of them right from my hands than I do in salads or soup.  

Maybe consider just saying what you mean next time. 

But the it’s a completely different sandwich.

You’re trolling, right?

It absolutely is, unless you hate mayo, in which case you could use buttered toast, or even plain toast. Or, do what I do for my mayo-hating SO: I take a pastry brush and brush some of the grease from the recently-cooked bacon onto his toasted bread.

That wasn’t clear in the post I was responding to.  

At least two, which is one more than I speak.

Shame.

If there’s a chance that your kids could be as unpleasant as you are, I hope that you don’t breed.

Regardless of what suicide guy said to you, your post was dickishly contemptuous of other people’s life choices. I don’t have kids, either, and I am thankful for it. But that doesn’t make me better than people who do have kids.

That’s a palmier in that picture but that’s kind of a fancy pants word for your average state fair so maybe elephant ears and palmiers are the same thing, neither of which is a funnel cake.

1)The tomato in the first sandwich is too thick..

...like a lot of other blather I hear in Louisiana about restoration or improvement, I’ll believe it when it happens.

That’s a good point. She was at home when she was prescribed the morphine but she did spend about a day at hospice before she died (it all happened rather suddenly.)  It’s possible that we took her morphine with us and the hospice folks repossessed it.  

We lost my mom’s recipe cards. She had a box of recipes she’d had her entire adult life and when we went to look for it shortly after she died, it was gone, even it was there right after she died.  I still mourn that loss. 

Your post reveals more about your character than you probably realize.

He was only mostly wrong. I’m allergic to a variety of things - cats, dust mites, certain pollens - and for several years I got weekly allergy shots. Allergy shots are nothing but minute amounts of the allergen given in progressively larger doses.

My mom’s cookbooks were the only thing any of us fought* over when she died.

Very true. 

This would be more interesting if we knew whether or not the owner actually did deduct the cost of the glasses from the LW’s paycheck.