Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:We are hosting. Thermostat has to be set at 72 for the grandparents, plus the fireplace has to be on. Unfortunately, the fireplace is in the small seating area in the kitchen, and I am simultaneously cooking tonight's dinner and also baking a pie for Thanksgiving. Between the thermostat, fireplace, and the oven and stove, I am roasting.

Yeah Is turn that thermostat down ..

My step mom is from South America. She dies during the winter. She is staying with us for the first time in our new house. We keep our house at 65 at night. I just bought her a space heater for her room.

Anonymous wrote:The above-stove microwave has been broken for at least a year. The handle has been glued with Krazy Glue and Gorilla Glue, and taped heavily with clear packing tape. The man of the house refuses to believe that yes, it could be replaced, somehow and some way, even though it is an above-stove model, so they aren’t replacing it, just dealing with a broken microwave that you have to handle “just so.”

Yes, we’re staying home this year and hosting. This is my house and my life, and there’s no escape.

Anonymous wrote:The above-stove microwave has been broken for at least a year. The handle has been glued with Krazy Glue and Gorilla Glue, and taped heavily with clear packing tape. The man of the house refuses to believe that yes, it could be replaced, somehow and some way, even though it is an above-stove model, so they aren’t replacing it, just dealing with a broken microwave that you have to handle “just so.”

Yes, we’re staying home this year and hosting. This is my house and my life, and there’s no escape.

Anonymous wrote:The above-stove microwave has been broken for at least a year. The handle has been glued with Krazy Glue and Gorilla Glue, and taped heavily with clear packing tape. The man of the house refuses to believe that yes, it could be replaced, somehow and some way, even though it is an above-stove model, so they aren’t replacing it, just dealing with a broken microwave that you have to handle “just so.”

Yes, we’re staying home this year and hosting. This is my house and my life, and there’s no escape.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I thought everyone kept the thermostat at 72. That doesn’t seem unreasonable. I turn the fire on when I sitting near it too, it is cheerful.

In the fall winter!!?? We’re at 68-69.

Anonymous wrote:I thought everyone kept the thermostat at 72. That doesn’t seem unreasonable. I turn the fire on when I sitting near it too, it is cheerful.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:We are hosting. Thermostat has to be set at 72 for the grandparents, plus the fireplace has to be on. Unfortunately, the fireplace is in the small seating area in the kitchen, and I am simultaneously cooking tonight's dinner and also baking a pie for Thanksgiving. Between the thermostat, fireplace, and the oven and stove, I am roasting.

Yeah Is turn that thermostat down ..

Anonymous wrote:My children *and* one of my sister’s children are allergic to tree nuts and peanuts.

My mom has only Sweet Almond hand soap, hand lotion, shampoo, conditioner and body wash in her home. In all the bathrooms and in the kitchen.

Then she complains every year when my sister and I bring in hand soaps for the guest bath, the kitchen, and a full suite of toiletries for the guest bathroom. And yes, real almonds are listed on the label. And yes, I know they won’t die as long as they don’t ingest, but contact like that does flare up eczema and causes headaches and watery eyes.

Anonymous wrote:We are hosting. Thermostat has to be set at 72 for the grandparents, plus the fireplace has to be on. Unfortunately, the fireplace is in the small seating area in the kitchen, and I am simultaneously cooking tonight's dinner and also baking a pie for Thanksgiving. Between the thermostat, fireplace, and the oven and stove, I am roasting.

Anonymous wrote:My uncle is constantly spoiling for a fight. I’m not staying at his house, but we’ll be at the same gathering.

He honestly has fought with me and his DIL over Jiffy corn pudding. We were discussing how much we loved it, and he starts in with “YOU don’t even KNOW where JIFFY MIX is FROM,” all indignant. And we both said at the same time, “It must be from Michigan.” Because he lived there for like 5 years, and anywhere or anything that is even loosely tied to him is the best thing that ever was or ever will be. And then he got mad that we “just guessed when we didn’t even KNOW it was from MICHIGAN.”