I check in occasionally for inspiration for writing, still very good for that! No idea how the porn is going. I’m assuming fine, I don’t think they actually managed to get rid of a lot of it.

Quite active, actually. Despite the owners trying to kill it by removing porn, it keeps on trucking. Just you, your dashboard, and the never ending urge to curate the feed.

Me, looking into pressure canning to preserve soup

I’m in danger!!

They married ages before we were born. I attended my mother’s second marriage. I wasn’t invited to my father’s second marriage because his mistress was and is a fucking asshat.

Sure. But we were just going to use production team to get a general idea of how many people were task writing! More people in general probably means more task writers! It was all very slap dash guessing on our part!

“More than four people in the room for writing tasks” is what we agreed on lmfao. So a very rough guess (he said less than, I said more than)

Taskmaster, as we tried to figure out how big the production team was! I don’t think we figured out precisely, but larger than what my husband thought, just going off of how many editors and producers were listed.

Same, it’s a nice little game to pickup!

Some cats do not pull their weight! Fuzzy lovely freeloaders! I love them even as I admonish them for not doing their jobs.

As someone that cans, I’d never suggest a canning option to anyone but someone who has already canned. It’s tiring! It’s hot! It can be sticky!

Amazing end results if you like doing it though!

I might be able to explain to them canning and gentle kids friendly food safety? Education is difficult and not what I’m good at.

Hmm birch beer and disco fries I suppose! Or salt water taffy.

I like the setting but I just don’t want more Conan exiles game play. I hope it does super though!

Couple months. Severe depression does that to me and all health care just stops. It’s bad.

I don’t remember the name. My mother asked me to help her clean out the house of a deceased friends some fair distance away so we had to hotel for the night.

The door would not lock. We shoved a desk in front of it.

I then spent the entire night on a rock hard bed next to my mother slowly melting from the heat, staring at the ribs of the ceiling as though I was inside the great whale before passing out. I woke up slick with sweat and vomitous. The table was fine though. Held the door shut.

Guy had already found a new woman to move in and wanted his dead wife’s stuff gone. Miserable trip.

From my understanding of horses, they don’t think they just fucking R U N. It’s all they know how to do.

Not sure how trained horses act. Probably more D I R E C T E D R U N.

Home grown cherry tomatoes were my favorite summer snack as a kid. Pop pop pop they go! Amazing!

Pennsylvania is very angry you called them New Jersey lmfao. I’m glad we got more farm land though. Make the biggest garden state woooooo

My short ass finds some of this helpful but not enough! It’s going to be difficult to get some of the stuff from the back of the top rack for me. More room though…

My husband hates drinking water because his parents only gave him water to drink when he was sick. Otherwise it was all juice and milk.