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High five, Sister Friend. I'm kind of proud of mine. If you haven't got anything nice to say, come sit right here by me.

"just talking" leads to babies, at least according to many contestants on Judge Judy.

Damn, I've got to get a new hobby. Actually, I have completely abandoned figure skating fandom. I hate the "new" rules, and trends. Get off my lawn.

I'm guessing his winning personality wasn't the attraction. I've watched a few episodes of Milk Street and all of the chefs/presenters appear to either kiss his ass or cower in fear.

It's always a good idea to learn the generic rather than proprietary name of everyday products, especially when traveling. I had to find treatment for a sunburn in France, and frankly wouldn't have known what to look for at home because I'd never had a sunburn before. It was a real test of my French vocabulary, and ultimately my charade skills, to get the most awesome ointment which I brought home and used on kitchen and other burns for many months. I'm always astonished when travellers expect the rest of the world to be just like it is at home (then why travel???) I can't count the number of times I've heard American tourists (Not talking about anyone on this forum, just citing my lived experience) ask "What does this cost in real dollars?" and question why "TSA" in another country doesn't follow the same airport security rules as the United States Transportation Security Administration.

How do you hear them speaking on a voicemail? Do you have an answering machine?

I don't answer numbers I don't recognize, but I do answer "unknown callers" because I am dealing with a number of healthcare providers who call from their cellphones when they get a free minute in their day. If I have to call them back, we usually end up playing phone tag. My secret - I don't say anything when I answer. If they are legitimate callers, they will say "Hello? Quof?" Spam callers might have my last name from a list, but never my first, so it's a good screener. Robots just disconnect.

Manners never go out of style, just because people do all kinds of things that are rude.

Grandmothers or other immediate family members don't host showers - weddings or baby; asking people to give gifts to your relative is tacky and rude. Your friends, or church community, may offer to host one for you and if they don't, you go without.

Thought we weren't allowed to play dodgeball anymore, because "bullying". It really is hurtful - both physically and psychologically.

Character evidence is prima facie inadmissible.

A question for the group - Washing walls, yes or no? I don't have wood heat or fireplace, and no one smokes in my house. Any obvious grimy spots get cleaned, of course, but there no kids or others routinely making marks on my walls. I just feel like the kitchen walls at least should get scrubbed annually. I did the bathroom walls since it was quick, and it does look noticeably brighter and the water was pretty gross. But the kitchen will be so much more complicated, taking things off the walls, pulling out the appliances... I just need someone to say "No, it's fine, leave it" or alternatively "Get off your lazy ass and wash your kitchen walls."

Interesting that the wacky cake recipe says an 8 x 8 pan makes 6 servings. Usually it's 9 reasonably sized servings of cake, brownie, etc. Some really stingy recipes claim you can cut 16 servings!

I scattered crushed mini eggs on top, to give an Easter feeling.

The crime rate is calculated using population figures - the total number of people or the number of people per square mile/kilometre/or other measure of area (population density) - so it is possible to compare a city to a state.

I can deal with the raw eggs in baking, I just can't stand the sight, smell or taste of the cooked ones. It makes going out to brunch challenging, I usually decline the invitation.

They're very fudgy in texture, there's no leavening.

Reporting back, Fudgy Lemon Brownies are delicious. And I've taken to eating chunks of the lemon ricotta cake, with real whipped cream squirted from a can, while standing in my kitchen. So keep an eye out for the opening of my charm school.

All this egg talk is making me slightly nauseated; I hate eggs. You would never know that to look in my compost bin, because I do love cookies. 😃

I'm taking a lemon ricotta cake to an Easter dinner this afternoon. Of course, the problem with making a cake is that you can't taste it before it is served to guests. Damn it smells good. Maybe I'll take a tiny sliver off the end before I ice it. UPDATE I got cocky. The centre seemed set, but perhaps because I poured over with too much syrup, it is absolute mush, so much so that I can't even put it back in the pan to bake some more. So I'm scrambling. I could use the cooked sections and make a trifle, but that would require a trip to the store for berries and whipping cream. So I'm just going to put cubes of the cooked sections in the freezer for a later occasion (trifle, or just in my mouth!) And I have lemon brownies in the oven. If this doesn't work, because it seems to be that kind of day, I'll stop and get a Dairy Queen cake.

Maybe TLC can do a crossover, and have Lilah meet up with Anna Johnston at next year's LPA conference. They would have so much to talk about, if only Lilah could talk.

So? Melissa doesn't call him "my adoptive/adopted brother". It's an unnecessary adjective that doesn't add anything to the narrative and suggests that he is somehow lesser than a "real" brother. If it's not meant to disparage, it certainly isn't used as a compliment.

Fixed that

What will they do when he is able to read the banners that say Little People of America at the conferences? or when he is participating in Dwarf Athletic Association events?

At least you didn't (I assume) try to see it by holding your phone behind yourself to take a photo, then accidentally send the photo to someone. NO, that's not how I learned not to look at my ass in a mirror.