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I've strained the broth down the sink...I thought I was the only one.
My fudge doesn't come out like my mother's either. It crumbles.
Wow, 3 packs--that would be really tough to kick. I used to smoke about a pack a day. I quit 2 weeks before I turned 30. Unfortunately, DH has been smoking all these nearly 20 years since as well as a few years before that. He's had one today, but he was pretty good otherwise -- we spent most of the day in the car and tromping through model houses, and he barely even drove me crazy Originally Posted by Lohani
I was a pretty heavy smoker.. 3 packs a day. ........I've strained the broth down the sink...I thought I was the only one.
My fudge doesn't come out like my mother's either. It crumbles.

I can't remember if I've strained broth down the drain myself or watched my mother do it, but every time I make broth, I'm convinced that I'm going to do that, and I get very paranoid. Once several years ago when we were having a holiday dinner at some friends' house, DD was asked to drain a can of olives and put them in a bowl. She poured them into the strainer right in the middle of the kitchen over the floor. It was the funniest thing; we still give her a hard time about it.
Wabbit, is this neuroma thing a lump or just a pain? Why can't these things just go away by themselves? Life is not fair. Maybe your lovely relaxing spa visit will convince this Morton twit that you are too young and fabulous to torture and it will leave.
DH is now torturing his guitar (and my ears), and I don't mean just by playing it. He is twanging on the strings like he needs to hit something (which no doubt he does
). Think I'll stay here in the den where it's safe.Kiwi

) I am so stuffed I can't move. Lasagna, birthday cake, good lord it's too much my frail little frame to deal with HHHAAAHHAHAHHALOLOLOLOLOLOLLOLOLO as we used to say.

. And I totally agree with you on Wilson. Didn't catch BYPs, I was too busy posting 
