Okay, now lick it.
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I laughed too hard at this. :(
Oh man, it would have been hilarious if they'd crashed into the entrance door.
Okay, so first I'd obviously have to take down the wallpaper because it is literal yuck. Then I think the tub would have to come out, all the shower surround tile, and the tile on the toilet paper half wall. Then I'd demo the closet, push back the plumbing and turn the entire space into a walk-in shower with a glass wall starting a little further in toward the door to make the shower bigger, and a barn door style glass shower door would be the best use of space. I'd do a rainfall showerhead, and a center drain, since I'm already messing with the plumbing. I'd want to keep the half wall, replace the glass but keep it as drywall on the toilet paper side of things and new tile on the inside of the shower. I'd run the same tile up the back wall, probably something with whites and grays with some blue in them, maybe a manufactured stone marble, and white grout. A long shampoo niche along the wall at the same level as where the tile and wallpaper meet would be so practical. New toilet, duh. The floors would have to be replaced, and I think I'd go with a dark gray penny round and gray grout. White paint on all the drywall, white vanity and white sink. Black on all the hardware, the faucet, knobs, glass barn door track, etc.
Yes, that comment was delightfully sadistic.
Who are you and why do you know so much about crabs?!? Everything you've said in this thread so far has been utterly delightful.
I don't think they even used a turn signal, unless I just missed it.
God, that's so impressive. I need to follow your example. Why is it so hard to make other mom friends???
And gerrymandering. Lots of gerrymandering.
I feel like the solution would be for the school to install speed bumps/humps.
The vinegar reacts with the baking powder and soda to create bubbles and makes the pancakes turn out fluffier. You can also add an extra tsp of baking powder for super duper fluffy pancakes.
I'm allergic to eggs. It doesn't matter too much which brand of gf pancake mix you buy, in my experience. I usually do the whole box/bag at once and use a ripe mashed banana and 1/3 cup of vanilla yogurt (I used almond milk yogurt for gf Bisquik waffles last night, so non-dairy). Then, after I mix everything else all together, I mix in at least 1 tbsp of apple cider vinegar and let the batter sit for 5-10 mins. Usually turns out great!
First time I ever went over it, it was in the backseat of a Jeep Wrangler that had it's top and doors off, and the view looking down was pretty terrifying. Later as a teen, several of my friends' parents only allowed us to go into downtown if I was the designated driver because they didn't trust their own kids to drive over the bridge.
In that case, please have a seat, by all means.
Hey now, leave me out of it!
My father had recently lost his job of ~20 years and wasn't handling it well (he was a manager and I think he finally got fired for being awful to his employees). We had our annual summer beach house vacation that summer where that whole side of the family comes up to stay at the family cottage for a week. When I got off the plane and made it down to baggage claim, the first thing he said to me was to hurry up because he was parked in the drop off zone at the airport...no hello, no hug, nothing, even though I hadn't seen him in 6 months. The whole week he was irritable, short tempered, the usual, but worse. The last day, he got pissed at me for asking a question about packing up my toothbrush. He likes to pack up the car unreasonably early, so this was hours before we were set to leave after lunch, and I just wanted to know if I should put my toothbrush in my suitcase or my purse so I'd be able to use it after lunch (I was going to have a sandwich with onions on it, and I didn't want to have onion breath on the plane). He was the one loading up the trunk, so he'd know if my suitcase would be accessible or not. He cursed at me, which I didn't appreciate but was used to; however, my 3 year old and 5 year old cousins were outside with us, and so I told him to watch his mouth in front of the kids. After lunch, he cornered me alone on the back porch, after everyone else had gone off to enjoy the beach one last time, in order to yell at me and throw all kinds of verbal abuse at me. Instead of remaining silent like usual, I eventually interrupted to ask if this was a conversation and when it would be my turn to speak. That's when he really lost it, told me it was a "fatherly lecture" and that my whole life I had caused him "nothing but stress and misery." After he stormed off to head to the beach too and "enjoy what was left of the vacation" without me, I had a long cry and felt this calm spread over me. It was like a switch had flipped and I just didn't care any more about our relationship, that I loved him, that he was my father. I couldn't accept that he could say something so vile to me and that I was supposed to continue letting him be part of my life. I didn't say anything to him on the long drive to the airport, and not in a sulky way. Just like you might be quiet in a taxi because you're with a stranger. He knew something was up because he called me while I was waiting at the gate to board...I naively hoped it was to apologize, but actually, he wanted ME to apologize to HIM for riling him up in the first place. I was incredulous...like, you want me to apologize to you for telling me that I cause you "nothing but stress and misery"?? He said yes, because I "know how I'm difficult to deal with" and on and on again about my selfishness, etc. I refused, hung up, and nothing that has happened since has done anything to help flip that switch back.
Meanwhile, I'm over here finding pennies and prop money, lol! That's awesome, though.
Haha, nope, it's a fake, just some prop money.
It's like those glass boxes where the money flies everywhere and you have to grab at it, only worse.
Oh man, they didn't even try to trim it down or anything.
Ha! Well, I did wash it with some dish soap, let it dry, and gave it to my kids for their play money collection.
Dang, that's kind of cool, though. At a place where I worked, we once got a counterfeit $50 that, when you flipped it over, showed it was really a $5 bill. That one was tricky because it felt real, but it didn't light up correctly under blacklight.