Gee, I might feel bad – if didn’t see you corrected on this about every other day without it sinking in.
And my wife used to get migraines; if you actually had one, you would not be typing, in any way, shape, or form.
BTW, I’m disabled. Got the gimp parking card for the car & everything. But, you didn’t know that – because there was no reason for you to, because it has nothing to do with anything.
Have a nice day. Fool.
Pumpkin pie from a can is fine – as long as it’s a can of pumpkin puree, not “pumpkin pie filling”, and you season it your own self.
And, of course, make the crust from scratch.
Pumpkin pie? Oh, yeah – anytime!
“Pumpkin spice” [insert any noun here]? Never!
If you do not know the wisdom of the past, looking forward is a pointless exercise, as you will no way of understanding what you see there.
“If cats were really that proficient at catching birds, there wouldn’t be a single songbird left anywhere in Europe.”
And you base that “calculation” on?
That was my thought, too – but it is not a sure thing. My mother, while not gorgeous, was a nice-looking woman, and my sisters are both ugly as homemade sin.
Genetics, yes – but from the wrong side of the family……
While I do lament the thinning of skins among the otherwise sensible, their triggers are nowhere near as hair as the reich-wing snowflakes
Salad’s not food; salad’s what food eats.
And I didn’t even get into pesticides & climate change, both of which also dwarf the turbine toll.