Growing up we usedgas. Mother’s home (not our childhood home) also has gas. I’m in a home that is wired for either but had electric when I moved in. We had to replace the stove and I choose to keep it electric which surprised my mom. “But gas baking is so much nicer!” And no it’s not. Electric interior was much easier and nicer to use. But she didn’t bake much so lol.

When the pile gets too large in the bathroom or on Sunday, whichever comes first.

When I’ve managed to can extra, my brother in laws get canned things. This year apple butter but sent well after the holidays whoops. It’s been hectic.

I’d love Wild Bastards! Have a good holiday thingy!

When I worked at Borders, back when it existed, I was allowed to say whatever exit phrase when finishing registers. I always said Happy Holidays starting end of November.

I had two people tell me no, it’s Merry Christmas. To which both times I responded "I’m Jewish. Happy Holidays. "

One of them just gathered her stuff and left without a word. The second got that puckered face like you ate a lemon and she fucking stormed out.

No complaints though so. I kept saying it. I didn’t care if people said Merry Christmas back to me.

Er, in short, I’d think those two people would have thought I was warring against Christmas.

Getting bicycles was pretty cool, even if we knew they were probably coming. Also the year I realized Santa didn’t exist because I went to the bathroom and heard ‘Santa’ cursing at something and realized it was Dad cursing putting the bikes together.

Really liked getting the pressure canner this year.

My brain is filled with holes, I don’t remember many others.

Fraggle Rock as well!

I want to see this in person some time! It feels so magical!

That sounds extremely stressful to witness!

“Go to the bathroom when you don’t have to go so you don’t have to go when you have to go”

Or, er, use the bathroom when one is available so you don’t need one and there isn’t one there. I can now use the restroom on demand even if it’s not much just so I’m not desperate later and can find a better location.

I was reading the pressure canner booklet for the pressure canner I was gifted last night and NOT paying attention to her. A crime! A terrible crime!

My parents moved away from both their extended families so I only met each side once at like family reunions.

So it’s me, twin, and mother out here in the area. I think mother keeps up with some of the 36 other cousins on her level of the family. I think twin vaguely knows what dad’s brother is up to (hiding in the woods)

We have an unholy amount of second cousins, twice removed cousins, but they’re all far away.

That’s what I tell him every time I get to see him!

“Who’s tail did you steal? Where’d you get that tail?” and he won’t ever tell me, no no.

URF as whatever the music lady was was a delight and I couldn’t play the rest of the game after.

I’ve never had to be the one to call, which is good, my brain and words would just be going “the thingy is doing thingy! Help!”

Closest as we smelled burning in the house and called the non emergency number. Fire department is literally within walking distance but they sent an entire truck…

A wooden spoon had fallen in the dishwasher and into the heating element. It was smoldering.

It’s wild to me just how much gut biome does! Human bodies are so cool!

Disabled people are so often treated like children and it just sucks.

Oh the front door is nearby so protecting from a lot! The spider lives because it’s high enough up my phobia and shortness can’t get it. And too high for the cat as well!

Knowing I passed with an 80 for the Food Manager Safety Cert and that’s not the lowest it can be and pass, I understand some fast food places near me better.

Depends entirely on damage and packaging. Outer packaging that’s just ablative armor? It’s fine. Packaging was torn a bit but the food is safe being exposed to the elements (like bread or crackers) fine maybe. Food that needs to be packaged to be safe at room temperature? Noooo.