That site would be my homepage.

But... Liam’s eyes.... they’re gorgeous!!

The ambulance has shovels on it to remove the turtles from the track. They literally scoop up the turtle and fling it back into the woods.

That’s the first thing I said, too.

Same here.

LOL I have two pumpkin pies in the oven right now, and I used canned pumpkin. >:-) I simply didn’t have the time or energy this year to do fresh pumpkin. No one will notice.

Seconded. My grandmother’s doctor is one of those “just give them a pill” doctors (which I hate, but she won’t leave him). He prescribed her something that would have seriously contraindicated one of her maintenance meds. The pharmacist noticed, and got the doctor to prescribe something else. I shudder to think what…

Thanks for this! I was hoping that another site would pick it up. I’m not in the industry anymore, but BCO is my favorite thing.

Only if it brings back Kitchenette.

Seconded.

Don’t care. I WILL see it when it comes out. It’s absurdist comedy, and not many people do it anymore.

You beat me to Martha Wainwright. Be careful though, that song is about her father.

Yeah, but then you can’t recreate the Norman Rockwell painting in your dining room. /s

I haven’t seen the movie, but I read the book and literally sobbed through the end of it.

Have you even *tried* sundried tomato & basil Wheat Thins?? Those are uh-mazing and your Triscuits are toasted cardboard.

I’m the same way. I am *aces* in a stressful situation. Calm, cool, collected. When it’s over? I am an emotional wreck. I’m probably going to die early because of this, or so my husband tells me.

I’m crying now, too. My grandfather passed about 6 years ago. I had a lovely speech I wrote with memories and things to read at his funeral service. I got up to the altar at the church, and looked at his urn. I got out “I loved my Grampa” and then lost it. I broke down sobbing so hard the minister had to get me up off…

I, too, suffer from a paralyzing fear of falling. Heights are fine; edges are not. You acted completely appropriately. And if it had been my brother, he may have found himself falling off that damn tower.

I want to go to law school just so I can clerk for her.

Compared to open the can, cut yourself on the sharp edge, head to the ER for 4 hours to get stitched up? I’d rather risk the knife. And the roasting is hands-off. You still have to combine the ingredients, unless you are using pre-made pie filling (eww).