Giving up on parental approval, step 85: get your tongue pierced. You’ve always wanted your own little oral lunar crater, anyway.
Not sure if German-Italian fusion food is politically correct, but it’s easier than measuring out pasta.
We really suck at plants.
Very few German parents buy their children Sipahh straws. It’s just their quirky German standards.
A parental unit has a visit planned.
Quick, fill the fridge with enough healthy stuff to balance out all the chocolate!
After assembling it for the second time since purchase, we decided our relationship wasn’t worth losing over a poster stuck to some cut cardboard and fixed that sucker in place with three layers of mod podge.
There’s no points of reference. The bunnies hop around the picture and never stay where you expected them to be. The picture on the box is printed with a different image than the one on the puzzle. No one can estimate 225 x 315 mm accurately.
Whoever conceived of making this image into a 100 piece puzzle grew up in the seventh circle of Hell, raised by their Uncle Satan.
Side-by-side comparison of the serving suggestion and the result of our molehill cake mix. We tried to capture a look closer to the gritty reality of the emulated concept. That, and it’s really, really hard to sculpt a perfect half-sphere out of whipped cream.
Buy your dogs all the toys. Buy them in all the colors and thicknesses, in all frequency of squeakiness. End up with them loving the brown glob of fur they can’t be left unsupervised with.
There’s only one thing you can do when you find a plush deer head in the Stuff-We-Bought-Drunk-On-Ebay-Outlet store: combine it with other stuff into the most random collection of items possible, drive home scaring the pants off anyone looking inside your Smart’s rear window and then mount it on your wall to confuse any visiting family members.
Anyone who says different is a liar.