Good lord! I am happy because I didn't click on this thread last night before bed! Yikes!
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Bahahahahaha...I had a buddy that found a snake in his bed one winter. It was around this time of year now that I think of it. You know you'll be checking.
Ain't nothing kickstarts your heart like settling down in your favourite chair for the evening, feeling something brush against your heel, then looking down to see THIS LITTLE MOTHERFR dive-bombing your foot.
So I am happy today because I didn't get a g*d-damned heart attack.
I feel for ya, guy.
One year, I picked an apricot (?) some fruit anyway, off one of my brother's trees. Just bit into it. And then I started feeling movement in my mouth, LOTS of movement. Looked down at the apricot and it was loaded with ear worms!!!! and i started spitting and swiping at my mouth and there were so many ear worm parts coming from my mouth, and some were still alive! Horrifying, HORR-I-FYING!!!!
Good lord! I am happy because I didn't click on this thread last night before bed! Yikes!
And I haven't. I cut it up.What the L is that?!?!?
That would totally freak me out! I would never eat another piece of fruit without cutting it into quarters first.
Same here
I had one of Steffens heart attack moments this morning. I was sitting in the laundry room having coffee and a cig when something furry ran into the room. I screamed and it ran out towards the kitchen so I yelled for hubby, "Mouse!" We blocked off the doorways leading to the kitchen and opened the back door but everytime it would run towards me, I'd scream and it would run back under the stove or fridge. Hubby kept telling me not to scream so I had to keep reminding him I'm a girl, I can't help it. Hubby was finally able to sweep the mouse towards the back door and it ran outside.
I'm happy today because the mouse is ok but the mouse is not in the house
Ain't nothing kickstarts your heart like settling down in your favourite chair for the evening, feeling something brush against your heel, then looking down to see THIS LITTLE MOTHERFR dive-bombing your foot.
So I am happy today because I didn't get a g*d-damned heart attack.
I feel for ya, guy.
One year, I picked an apricot (?) some fruit anyway, off one of my brother's trees. Just bit into it. And then I started feeling movement in my mouth, LOTS of movement. Looked down at the apricot and it was loaded with ear worms!!!! and i started spitting and swiping at my mouth and there were so many ear worm parts coming from my mouth, and some were still alive! Horrifying, HORR-I-FYING!!!!
See! This thread proves that there is always something to be thankful for!OMG - no. I don't think I could live through those things.
I am happy today that I've never had a centipede crawling on me (remember dead Augustus Gloop in the tunnel in Willy Wonka?) or had a mouthful of ear worms.
Ain't nothing kickstarts your heart like settling down in your favourite chair for the evening, feeling something brush against your heel, then looking down to see THIS LITTLE MOTHERFR dive-bombing your foot.
So I am happy today because I didn't get a g*d-damned heart attack.
I feel for ya, guy.
One year, I picked an apricot (?) some fruit anyway, off one of my brother's trees. Just bit into it. And then I started feeling movement in my mouth, LOTS of movement. Looked down at the apricot and it was loaded with ear worms!!!! and i started spitting and swiping at my mouth and there were so many ear worm parts coming from my mouth, and some were still alive! Horrifying, HORR-I-FYING!!!!
I made the mistake of reading the comments while I actually WAS in bed last night and yes... I did get up to check. You're a special kind of evil, Doc.
That is seriously what I looked like, only a more horrified look on my face.
Sounds like you've got great sons and thoughtful DILs. Glad you are OK'd for the eating this year! Merry Christmas to you and yours!Christmas is a stressful time for everyone. For me, the stress usually involves food. Now that my kids are grown, we go to their homes and I am expected to actually eat.
Earlier this week, I was texting back and forth with one DIL as she wanted to know a safe brand of a product. (Safe meaning I won't have an allergic reaction.) I managed to get hold of the company for the brand she uses and got an answer quickly....it's safe. (Yay....I'm not screwing up her meal.)
This am got an pm from other daughter in law questioning me about crackers. I told her the brand I know is safe. She asked me about another brand. I searched three e-mail accounts and a forum, as well as the companies web-site. No luck. Sent her an e-mail, apologizing that I can't find anything. (I did send them an e-mail but doubt they'll reply this year.)
But I remember talking to someone at that company in the fall. So, I searched my Facebook PMs...there it is. They now label well. (Meaning may contain statements when warranted.)
I felt like crying from relief. I HATE screwing up everyone else's Christmas. But my sons insist food be safe for me (I'm willing to just bring my own.)
This is like an early Christmas present.
Safe eating and joyous celebrations.Christmas is a stressful time for everyone. For me, the stress usually involves food. Now that my kids are grown, we go to their homes and I am expected to actually eat.
Earlier this week, I was texting back and forth with one DIL as she wanted to know a safe brand of a product. (Safe meaning I won't have an allergic reaction.) I managed to get hold of the company for the brand she uses and got an answer quickly....it's safe. (Yay....I'm not screwing up her meal.)
This am got an pm from other daughter in law questioning me about crackers. I told her the brand I know is safe. She asked me about another brand. I searched three e-mail accounts and a forum, as well as the companies web-site. No luck. Sent her an e-mail, apologizing that I can't find anything. (I did send them an e-mail but doubt they'll reply this year.)
But I remember talking to someone at that company in the fall. So, I searched my Facebook PMs...there it is. They now label well. (Meaning may contain statements when warranted.)
I felt like crying from relief. I HATE screwing up everyone else's Christmas. But my sons insist food be safe for me (I'm willing to just bring my own.)
This is like an early Christmas present.