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"Mashatatoes wif hangaburger graybee" was my favorite and also one of the first meals I requested when I could barely speak so the tiny toddler pronunciation was retained.

Instant mashed potatoes, so there will be no lumps. About a pound of ground beef cooked and seasoned with salt, pepper, and dried minced onion. Don't drain the grease, add a packet or two of basic brown gravy mix prepared according to instructions. If you had canned corn or canned peas to mix in with it and a slice of white bread to dip in it you were Truly Living the Good Life, but it didn't need them.

Hey guys be cool and normal but reblog this with the homemade meal that would get you the most hyped as a child. I need it for reasons.

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Cat for attention.

In the interest of harm reduction, I'll send free foot pics to any US voter who voted Harris.

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Reblog to spread awareness.

We toured the place we currently live in when I was pregnant with the triplets. We were in a big hurry to move out of the place we were in because it was full of lead based paint, the entire apartment only ran on two electric circuits so the power blew out constantly, there was a mouse infestation, and the downstairs neighbor's daughter had recently moved in and had nasty habits of stealing our shit and of leaving her used needles scattered around outside.

I didn't realize how low our standards were until the property manager showed us a small, dark, windowless room and my spouse and I were both like "hmm, well, this third bedroom is smaller than we were hoping for" and "but it'll fit one crib in it, I guess, and the other two babies can have cribs in our room since it's so huge" and the man looked us right in the eye and "Seriously? This. Is. A. Closet. You haven't seen the other two bedrooms yet. We have got to get you out of the place you're in."

Fun Fact, if a floor plan has a weirdly large storage room, that's actually likely an illegal bedroom because it can't be legally called a bedroom without a window

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My younger son is 4. He goes to and from preK on the bus. His morning and afternoon stops are kitty corner from each other on the street, and the afternoon one is directly outside a little corner shop called Da Munchies. I find it endlessly amusing that he tells everyone "I get off at the munch".

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This "Mom complex" is something I've been confronted with hard recently.

My spouse has ADHD and physical disabilities. We have three kids. The oldest is a 13 year old boy with AuDHD. The twins are 4, a boy (waiting on ASD diagnosis) and a girl (diagnosed ASD, suspected ADHD). While I am disabled also, I'm more physically capable of doing the housework than my spouse is. The combination of their ADHD and my OCD means I notice and do things before they even begin to notice things. The kids need a lot of attention. So our division of labor is that I do the housework and they're the driver of the family and the point person for the daily child care. We split the cooking.

But that's apparently not evident to our daughter. While her twin brother is excited to grow up, she has maintained for a while now that she wants to stay small. I finally got the reason out of her the other day: she doesn't want to be the one responsible for everything. Broke my fucking heart. I need to be much more explicit about division of labor and I need to be teaching my kids to notice and do things.

i think this is probably true of every office, but there's a middle aged woman working in business who doesn't hold any particular place in the chain of command but is Sovereign. i was running support and she has access to more secure network drives than i do. im pretty sure she has an admin account. i was having trouble with my parking pass and my boss just said to talk to kristen- one day later i had parking in any garage on campus. she's not even in charge of parking in our building

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Idfk how people can just recreational benadryl. I take a standard adult dose and it knocks me the fuck out -- but if I happen to wake up before it's worn off I'm absolutely insane. Highlights include:

(1) the time I told my mother in law that I didn't need her money to buy our car a new set of tires because I had some underwear that were too large for me and I could just sell them to fetishists. My spouse had to pretend to eat my phone to prevent me from making a verification post on Reddit to do so.

(2) the time I was convinced that wagon wheel pasta was replacing our mitochondria, literally getting in our cells, and causing the Incel Epidemic so I demanded we start a change.org petition to ban the pasta shape while messily eating a cheeseburger and licking the ketchup. That one's on my spouse's YouTube.

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When complex emotions were in distribution, 'regret' was outside of my price range.

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I want to kill my enemies and use their bones for arts and crafts.

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Milk Door part 1. Part 2 coming tomorrow!

This comic is from my new book Bad Dreams in the Night, which is finally back in stock after like 2 months (It sells out every time I post about it lol) get it here! 🥛🫣

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In agreement with the original tags, I also love abortion and divorce and blasphemy and dominant women. But unfortunately for me I'm also really into baking bread, home organization, and raising my children. I want their content without their weird worldview and message.

genuinely skin crawling to run across tradwife tradlife RETVRN type accounts on this site. go back to twitter. stop polluting our waterways

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I grew up with hoarders. I was barely able to tidy things when I became an adult, let alone clean. I didn't realize until recently that you need to occasionally wash your hampers, trash cans, and plungers. Fucking biohazards, all of them. But most especially the plungers.

What's something about keeping a household that you only learned after moving out and starting to buy and maintain your own shit?

I lived my whole life never realising that the brown sugar that's sold in those airtight packages is supposed to be moist and soft, and not a hard solid brick that you need to scrape the sugar off of. Turns out that the reason they're packaged like that is because they'll dry into bricks in contact with air. At all times, roughly 30-40% of all food ingredients in my mother's house are expired but not thrown out because they're "still good". Not good enough to eat, but too good to throw away either.

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This is why I could never go back to working in the field. My autistic ass wasn't having it.

I was the overnight shift so yeah, if you want to stay up all night I'll tell you that you're gonna be tired the next day and that you have to take turns with the TV and keep the volume low for those who choose to sleep. But rock on.

I'm your staff in charge of your annual case review? I'm going to meet with you even though I'm overnight shift, ask if anything bothers you, and get it in your care plan that those things shouldn't be done. No more will staff be allowed to yell across the room to ask you if you need to be changed. They're gonna have to ask you one on one with respect for your dignity.

I'm gonna find the "discrepancies" in your checkbook and match them to the handwriting of my fellow employees to figure out who's stealing your money. And I'm not gonna back down when it turns out to be my supervisor and management tries to sweep it under the rug.

And a ton of other, smaller things. Basically, had I not had to suddenly leave for health reasons I'd have been fired. Worth. I still think about every one of those people.

reading a paper on quality of life among 45-to-70-year-olds with Down syndrome:

“Individuals expressed a desire to be allowed to go to bed when they wanted to.”

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we need to start romanticizing doing household chores in tank tops and sweatpants in the same way that we romanticize knighthood and i am not fucking kidding

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Related: my oldest (13) chose a plague doctor costume years ago and has worn it every Halloween since. Last night at an event a kid older than him asked him what it was from. He, very confused, replied, "Medieval Europe?" The other kid asked mine if that was on Netflix. Mine stared at him with A Look on his face until the kid went away to tell anyone else who would listen that he was going to be Medieval Europe for Halloween next year.

Two things I learned from being a British Lit for non-majors TA:

1. Nothing in this world is obvious.

2. More people don’t know that King Arthur isn’t real than you’d think

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Reblog if it’s ok for people to give you $599.99

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I genuinely didn't know how to answer this. My legal name is Amanda. But there were so very many Amandas my age that my autistic, prosopagnosic ass got tired of accidentally responding when someone wasn't calling for me. Even my mom used a silly nickname for me. I use Manapan and Pana both online and IRL. My younger two kids still call me Mama (the boy twin) and Mommy (the girl twin) but only because they haven't yet learned, as my oldest has, that calling me Pana gets my attention faster.

need to do this poll because i feel like i’ve been living in another reality for years 😭