I’m betting for people who have only ever had pumpkin pie, they won’t know the difference. They will probably just think it’s a different recipe or something.

My mother in law makes her pumpkin pies with no crust whatsoever! It’s baked right in the pie dish with no crust and it’s delightful. I don’t care for the crust on pumpkin pies anyway. It’s the custard filling I want, so this takes that right off the table. It’s better, really!

I grew up in rural N. Alabama. Both my parents and my neighbor kept big gardens. By big, I mean the gardens were an acre. My neighbor made the meanest scratch sweet potato pie you ever put in your mouth. I love both pumpkin and sweet potato pie. I love baked custardy-like things in general so both fall well within my…

If she’s 9, she looks 9 in the face. Early bloomers still look young at 9.

If you’re a teen being a chaperone for a group of younger kids, bless you and you are getting candy.

I agree as well. Don’t show up at 9:30pm grinning saying “can I get some candy?” in your street clothes. No. You can drive your ass to the store and get some yourself. Under no circumstances do I have to “hand over the Twizzlers” to anyone who shows up to my home for anything. Dress up. Do it with the other children…

It’s called “manners”. You might not be old enough to remember them, but for those of us who do, we’ll keep them around. Remember when people were gracious and attempted to enhance the comfort of those around us by being mannerly? That’s why manners exist. To help the people around us be comfortable. Sorry-not-sorry,…

Oh, sure. It’s all silly parlor tricks until you have a demonic oppression/possession on your hands. One minute it’s a party game, the next minute, you hear claws scraping and banging in the walls!

Wanting to be right, and intellectual honesty are very important. Living to run around and correct people all the time is obnoxious. And half the time, he isn’t “right”. He just has a differing opinion.

But really, aren’t they nine months old? Why don’t we count our ‘time on the inside’?

I’m turning 468 months in November!

OMG yes! I have a few friends who never posted about politics at all start ranting about it on the daily. It’s all they post about, almost! It’s exhausting.

I don’t even mind burpees. It’s wall balls I hate with the burning fires of 1000 suns...

I have a guy friend who is a besserwisser like that. He *lives* to correct people, be *right*, and show everyone how much he knows. He’s a classic know-it-all. He’s also hardline on the organic, anti-GMO natural foods train too which is hilarious. I will sometimes post things on my Facebook feed just to get a rise out…

Not sure, but that picture of rainbow sherbet looks so motherf*cking delicious right now. As a child, I liked it better than ice cream. And it came in a box.

I had a librarian as a child that told us over and over “it’s library. Not liberry. The library is not a berry.”

Yeah, screw it right? Your psychical health isn’t worth it, after all.

Agreed. I’ve been doing CrossFit five days a week for four years. That “omg whole hour!” includes warmup, demonstrations, instruction, stretches, and the workouts. Most CF workouts are quite short. According to Lifehcker, I should be a heap of disarticulated body parts. People want to be molly coddled and catered to,…

I’m 38 and lost my cycle in Jan due to excessive exercise, dieting, and stress. It’s yet to come back. Throwin’ my perimenopause a monkeywrench into its machinery. Good times.

Jesus also went into a temple and started flipping tables over and calling the money lenders hypocrites in anger. The Lovey Lovey Hippy Jesus isn’t all fact.