The Thrill Of Shopping
With the season of good cheer bearing down upon us, like the walls of the Death Star trash compactor, patrons are reminded that any Christmas shopping done via this Amazon UK link, or via the widget in the sidebar, results in a small fee for your host at no extra cost to you.
Readers are of course welcome to direct any surges of goodwill to the tip jar buttons located in the sidebar and below the fold. I promise not to protest.
Oh, and open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
But, you know, in a jolly kind of way.
[ Sounds of sewing machine, welding. ]
Hand me that glue. And the glitter.
Mandatory cultural reference.
“bludgeonspeak”
“She made a bad decision!” or maybe you’ve failed as a parent.
Ooo… putting this on my list of ‘next reads’.
Allow me to suggest Pendery’s or Spicewalla for your seasonings
One step away from “She dindu nuffin!”
What do you call that thing with the light-up tiara?
It flashes!
[ Fetches credit card. ]
You’re a hater if you won’t date trans women:
2015? I figured out he was an asshole many years earlier.
Dollars to donuts, when she was ten, she was the class tattletale.
Gratuitous chiding does seem to take up a great deal of her time. Her various causes creating endless opportunities.
I think it’s fair to say we don’t get on, though she seems oddly oblivious to this fact.
I admire their effort to alienate half their potential customers.
I think it’s fair to say we don’t get on, though she seems oddly oblivious to this fact.
As with The Blurting types, these Umbridge types are completely oblivious and impervious to everything not of their bubble.
I suppose it’s possible I’ve been too polite. I am by default a charming fellow. Adorable, some would say.
That, or she’s just not very good at picking up otherwise obvious social cues.
“some would say”
Slapping her would probably be imprudent.
Yes. I had forgotten about that. It seems like every year my wife asks for Penzey’s Vanilla Extract because…decades ago…my mother bought her some. As I now recall…ugh…every year I plan to get some but I go to their site and get hit with the TDS BS and decide not to. Of course, my wife being the type to have to fill up the car when it gets below half, and the fact that a very little vanilla extract goes a long way…especially from such a large bottle…she really hasn’t really, really needed more until now. I happened to notice it was low when I used some for pancakes…and here we are. I bought via Amazon so I didn’t see the TDS stuff this time. Or I’m just getting old and lazy and didn’t notice it. My eyes glaze over at large volumes of info…
Hence my additional aggravation and general miserableness when trying to convert the photo I took of the package that was too bloody large to post here, so down the rabbit hole I go trying to do something that for…decades….I was able to do with a right click and “save as…” Literally wasted over half an hour trying to reduce the file size. Spent the rest of the afternoon trying to log into my f’n health insurance, which tells me my username/password didn’t work so when I go and try to recover my username it asks for my email address and birthdate. It doesn’t recognize my email address/birthday as valid even though it is the email address where they send stuff to me. So either I forgot my birthday or I have transformed into Muldoon. Hoping it’s the birthday thing tho…
On top of that…my wife keeps pestering me for passwords to all my accounts. I believe this is being driven by my stupid sister in law who I’m guessing thinks I’m suicidal based on some things I’m hearing that I’m pretending not to hear. See, we spent Thanksgiving with them, which used to be one of my favorite things to do. But SIL has come down with severe TDS. I spent the two days there (we usually spend the whole four day weekend but wife didn’t think she herself could handle it) dodging subjects and trying to not go down the usual paths a conversation would naturally go, lest one thing lead to another. Glad we got out of there before the UF-FSU game as she would really have been shocked that I didn’t really care about it. Anyway, me not being my usual jovial (no, seriously…away from online…well…) self was cause for concern.
Try Spice House — which was founded in 1957 by William and Ruth Penzey. Their son Bill started “Penzeys” in 1986, and the original Spice House is now run by his sister Patty.
Bill is rabidly anti-conservative/GOP while Spice House is apolitical. Patty is not thrilled at all with her brother’s shenanigans.
Penzey’s is great with its wide range of blends while Spice House’s single ingredient offerings are superior. I buy from both (Penzey’s Foxpoint blend is a fave) and toss out the political crap that sometimes comes with an order.
Here’s Spice House vanilla extract.
Top quality. I’ve used it myself since the late 70’s.
You are far more forgiving than me: I refuse to put money in the pockets of my sworn enemies unless there is no practical alternative.
If Bill’s true feelings are anything like the leftist Wisconsinites I know more intimately, he’d happily see me deprived of my civil rights.
I try to limit myself to only those things I can’t get at Spice House. For instance, I cannot eat Dutch-process cocoa. So I need natural cocoa for brownies, hot chocolate, etc, and Spice House doesn’t carry it, Penzey’s does.
There are a lot of businesses that do not get my business because the owners want to lecture me on politics. But I need that hot chocolate! 😉
Should I express sympathy, or should I use your comment as an excuse to slander the Dutch?
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Why not both?
[ Searches in vain for Monty Python insulting the Dutch. ]
Chocolate is a basic food group. It’s in the pyramid and everything.