It’s been a nightmare figuring out ratios of my great grandmother’s handwritten recipes

One size 14 can of thing

Then I’m lost trying to figure out how a size 14 can changed and oh look they all fucking shrunk and now I’ve bought two and there’s leftovers

Thanks capitalism! I think.

All cats are ‘baby’ unless I’m told otherwise!

Seat belts are so annoying! I’m 5’4", which is average for a woman here. Yet everyone and everything acts like I’m short! Seat belts, even at the lowest, cut into me. Car seats are only just enough for me to pull forward but have enough room between myself and the wheel but only just! Kitchens are not designed for me and you’d think this would be the place people would design for women but noooo! I’m lucky husband’s mother redesigned her entire kitchen to her height (ie mine) because every other kitchen is like “surely you are at least 5’8” right???"

It’s an amazing scene, specially when it’s June Cleaver as the woman speaking jive.

Grief does weird things to a person. Some mourn their entire lives, some force other people to eat gelatinous creations. So sad.

Me and husband each have our own blankets and sheets and such on the one king bed. Cause he’s a furnace and I’d explode if I got that hot. It’s much nicer.