the baddest Catholic housewife inna world 🎶CLEAN YOUR ROOM, YOUNG MAN. GO AND FIND YOUR DAD 🎶
You’re welcome. Stay non credible.
I’m not either.
He looks so tattered!
🎶 This is how we dooo it, it’s Friday night 🎶
In 1898, you could order giant boxes of cheap candy and chocolates, colored and flavored with all kinds of industrial byproducts. Nothing was off the table. “Artificial” is semantic, they just called it “glucose” instead of “corn syrup”. Source: 1898 Sears, Roebuck & Co. catalog. I also read up on contemporary recipes for commercial candy making.
So did mine. They wouldn’t buy a digipet thing for me, either. I had a beta named Frank. RIP Frank, you finally beat your reflection.
In that cheap, thin-bottomed pot, that’s gonna bake so fast. You better be stirring, not posing with a spoonful.
That’s why the swing set is empty, the kids were busy doing stuff like that. That’s ok.
Today I learned. You have a gift for getting a person (who never thought much about birds of prey at all) really interested in owls!
Tight, shiny, carefully tailored suits without easily accessible pockets! We demand to be taken seriously. Call us astronauts.
I was speaking colloquially, and was unclear. By wifi, I mean “internet access”.
Is that, uh, duct tape? On the left?
We purposely didn’t add wifi to our home. It would be an expensive way to give up more of our privacy. It used to bug me, but now I’m used to not having it.
Huh, today I learned. Mucho respect to you, not the banks.
I concur. No AI, it’s already messing up c/liminalspaces, for example. Real photos (which is the object of the sublemmy) are confused for pretty renderings, makes my teeth itch.