When people ask me where I’m from and the question is justified, I tell them and briefly describe the geographical position of my very small homeland. If anyone asks just to be nosy, I say I’m legal and stare them down. When the race is relevant like in GPs office, I’m white European/other. All depends on situation I’m asked.

Can you microwave a small amount or maybe heat on the stove in a sauce pot? Sour milk will curdle. Then just use it for pancakes instead of buttermilk

I think I would prefer the actual rabbits to that rabbit-sized rat who lives in my alley and feeds on downstairs coffee shop’s waste

What an excellent shape

You’re from very eloquent part of Texas

As a cat lover who can’t have a pet (rental living), I live vicariously through cat comms here. I instantly recognise this ghost cat and coffee cat, and some others just by the looks. But I also immensely enjoy all these photos with just a run-of-the-mill average cat who isn’t doing anything special, just the owner’s comment: that’s my cat. If there’s a story of something what that cat has done in the past, or some weird habits, or something they like, all the better.

I’m ever grateful for Mocha and Casper for being adorable weirdos and I hope to see Pabu’s chubby cheeks again as well

Frankly, we haven’t seen enough Pabu here. Happy they got some camera time as well

Does the sour cream come in bags in your neck of the woods? I thought it’s quite region specific product along with bagged milk.

Random thought: have you tried to make a devilled egg out of goose egg?

Estonian word for clerk or attorney or secretary, someone who deals with stuff

Can’t spell “advertisements” without semen between tits

I believe it’s heavily dependent on your body shape what rise feels comfortable for you. Don’t know how you are shaped but I have been sausage-shaped for years, my boob, waist and hip circumference virtually the same. There was a narrower spot just about below the ribs so the most comfortable tights and leggings cover my navel. There was a case where my tights got swapped with my shorter friend’s ones and I had to make a walk of shame with a hangover (self inflicted, no regrets) in tights that no matter how high I hiked them, went fthumph after every five steps and rolled themselves around my crotch…

Now that menopause is basically here and my body fat is scooching from back to front, I’ve obtained lovely apple shape with waist bigger than hips. I got a pair of very stretchy footless tights where I can basically pull the edge up to my bra. Ultimate comfort, no rolling, no slipping, smooth like a seal.

I guess if you have low hips then low rise feels much more comfortable and high rise starts rolling whereas high hips need to be covered higher to anchor the waist behind something.

No, that’s a mole

Mlem

I seem to have an extended version of this, it’s entertained me for years

“Taking a tongue” means taking an enemy prisoner to interrogate about their numbers and locations.

My friend is French, his wife Portuguese, they live in England with their two children. When all together, they all speak English with each other. When the kids are with one parent, the speak that language. In the park with father, French. Baking with mother, Portuguese. Bedtime stories are in the language of the parent reading. Kids switch between languages easily and understand what to speak with whom. Effortless trilingual.

Another friend moved country with her husband and had three kids. Home language was always mother tongue, both my friends had fairly bad English. Everything outside parents is in English for the kids - media, school, anyone outside the household. Again, the switch for the kids is really easy, they are fluent and have no accent in both languages.

On the first photo Silas is probably standing in front of a blooming bush but I want to think he’s wearing a birthday wreath

No siree

I googled Yanni and that’s what I got