I managed to grab two by smushing them between a sheet of paper! The others all jumped. But we aren’t quite so bad here, I only saw the four of them.

The slow cooker is my best friend. Amazing invention. Throw food in, pass out from the heat, wake up to food! A+

Yes yes. No ladybugs are harmed.

Spotted lanternflies though, those are killed whenever I can actually grab one. Invasive here but also overrun here, so it’s probably pointless.

Hmm birch beer and disco fries I suppose! Or salt water taffy.

Oh no the crack was both the bed and him!!

Cool. Cool cool. Hate it.

I like the setting but I just don’t want more Conan exiles game play. I hope it does super though!

Thank you!! I hope the most tomatoes!

I thought South Jersey Voltron was Megas XLR?

Being from NJ, I agree with all these maps! Thank you!

I’m so excited! So much canning and sauces!

Couple months. Severe depression does that to me and all health care just stops. It’s bad.

I never found one I enjoyed! I think trying to figure out milk to cereal ratio drove me mad and I really don’t like eating them dry at all.

I speak for all NJ and say “sure fuck it let’s go ny” and then I get into the concerns of “who is now in control of the port authority”

We have a lot of fucking idiots though

Do you live in a place where cottage laws are a thing? You could bake or can and sell them, if you have good cottage laws. Depending on where, might need various certs before doing it though.

I had wondered why we always seemed to have some fireflies here and it turned out my hatred of raking and leaving the leaves under the bushes helped a lot!

I normally waited to grocery shop until needing a fair deal so I’m going down every aisle anyway (mostly) so look at stuff.

I don’t do the groceries anymore except make lists, so all my meandering is only at the Asian market because that’s a planned trip once a monthish.

WOO! I was sincerely hoping to get more ladybugs then! I haven’t seen any aphids, but want the ladies around in case!

Sibling made dinner, it’s their night. It was tortellini with meat sauce with broccoli on the side. It was okay.

I don’t remember the name. My mother asked me to help her clean out the house of a deceased friends some fair distance away so we had to hotel for the night.

The door would not lock. We shoved a desk in front of it.

I then spent the entire night on a rock hard bed next to my mother slowly melting from the heat, staring at the ribs of the ceiling as though I was inside the great whale before passing out. I woke up slick with sweat and vomitous. The table was fine though. Held the door shut.

Guy had already found a new woman to move in and wanted his dead wife’s stuff gone. Miserable trip.