Both of my cats do the kneading thing, but my little cat takes it to a whole new level by drooling on me while she does it.

I was out with my mom and we parked next to a car with one of these plates (not from NC, but same design) and my mom, a retired ob/gyn with zero fucks who at the time was nursing a nasty upper respiratory infection, coughed all over the door handles.

Yep! They're about 4-5 months in this picture.

When they were kittens it was near impossible without checking to see who had the white belly, but thankfully Sachi (right) ended up a lot bigger than her sister.

Oh, they totally are, they're nine years old now and still little terrors. (But wonderfully sweet little terrors)

Back in 2004 when I was just a young thing, I stumbled across a gay romance staring Kerry and Edwards.

She looks disturbingly like my mom’s med school roommate, who is ironically a doctor for my local pp.

I’m also on bread duty, today I’ve made almond cream brioche buns, challah, focaccia and a plain crusty white loaf for my boring uncle (who will be allowed none of my baking if he mentions refugees, my aunt has already warned him)

This would actually be cool for me since I can’t have caffeine, but most decaf still has too much caffeine left for me to enjoy it.

For some reason Hugh Jackman and Sooty are making me get choked up.

Maybe not the spookiest tale, but it still freaks me out nearly 15 years on.

Well, now I know why it took my parents until ‘83 to pop out a kid even though they married in ‘73.

I hear you, I would gladly live off bread if my body didn’t demand protein all the time.

I can’t stop baking.

I hate nosey scar people.

This tale comes from my mother (though thankfully she wasn’t involved, so I don’t have to scrub my brain)

Not even going to go into how wrong you are on the corset thing, but beyond that, this lady is crazy.