I remember hearing Tim Hortons has (or will be getting?) a pumpkin ice capp? Maybe? Or did I make it up? It's not on their website, maybe it's not out yet? (This is obviously VERY IMPORTANT)
I remember hearing Tim Hortons has (or will be getting?) a pumpkin ice capp? Maybe? Or did I make it up? It's not on their website, maybe it's not out yet? (This is obviously VERY IMPORTANT)
I think shemarie82 said something about this last week.
I remember hearing Tim Hortons has (or will be getting?) a pumpkin ice capp? Maybe? Or did I make it up? It's not on their website, maybe it's not out yet? (This is obviously VERY IMPORTANT)
I think shemarie82 said something about this last week.
Oh yeah, I think you're right. Thanks!
I found an article talking about pumpkin spice stuff. I just decide if I'd go there today whether or not they have it, or if that's a deciding factor for me. (Translation: I'm bored so I'm thinking of sugary treats that I don't need)
I'd be lying if I didn't say I took notes from the master of gifs.
Confession: I don't recognize this scene (even though I recognize Crowley) so I may not have gotten that far in the show. I'm not sure if that's what he actually says but it's funny considering my first gif.
Confession: I don't recognize this scene (even though I recognize Crowley) so I may not have gotten that far in the show. I'm not sure if that's what he actually says but it's funny considering my first gif.
I forget what season it is, but that is what he says LOL.
I think I earned about a million "tolerant wife" points last night. My DH is a homebrewer who has been trying out a bunch of new recipes at my request - so we have white wine, peach mead and raspberry mead hanging out in our basement right now, and until recently there was a batch of tart cherry cider hanging out carbonating in bottles in the hallway. Last night DH decided to open a bottle and see if it was time to "crash" the yeast, aka, stop the carbonation process before so much pressure built up in the bottles that they exploded. He started to pry the lid off and it went POP and smashed into the ceiling. Cider sprayed everywhere - ceiling, counters, floor, etc. "Yep, time to kill the yeast!" he announced. "I will try pasteurizing the cider, since I have never done it that way before."
Famous last words.
One of the bottles straight up exploded in the boiling water, spraying glass and more cider all over the kitchen along with scalding water. DH got a minor cut on his hand, but thankfully wasn't more injured than that. He went upstairs to change, and as a joke came back down wearing chainmail, including a coif (we're Renaissance Festival nerds, what can I say?). He was then getting another batch of bottles ready to pasteurize, and had just set one in the sink when it, too, exploded. This time half the bottle smashed into the light fixture over his head and shattered that, so glass rained down from the ceiling in addition to flying up from the sink. The chain mail/coif may have ACTUALLY saved him. Our neighbors heard all the commotion and came over to make sure that we didn't have armed intruders shooting at us or something - those explosions are pretty loud, and of course there was all the breaking glass noise.
Thankfully, I was in the living room reading TCF during both bottle bomb blowups. I bandaged up the cut, told him that replacing the light fixture and mopping was his responsibility, kinda laughed at him, and went to bed. I think he is amazed that I didn't make him sleep on the couch. Please tell me that your significant others do ridiculous things sometimes too?
I think I earned about a million "tolerant wife" points last night. My DH is a homebrewer who has been trying out a bunch of new recipes at my request - so we have white wine, peach mead and raspberry mead hanging out in our basement right now, and until recently there was a batch of tart cherry cider hanging out carbonating in bottles in the hallway. Last night DH decided to open a bottle and see if it was time to "crash" the yeast, aka, stop the carbonation process before so much pressure built up in the bottles that they exploded. He started to pry the lid off and it went POP and smashed into the ceiling. Cider sprayed everywhere - ceiling, counters, floor, etc. "Yep, time to kill the yeast!" he announced. "I will try pasteurizing the cider, since I have never done it that way before."
Famous last words.
One of the bottles straight up exploded in the boiling water, spraying glass and more cider all over the kitchen along with scalding water. DH got a minor cut on his hand, but thankfully wasn't more injured than that. He went upstairs to change, and as a joke came back down wearing chainmail, including a coif (we're Renaissance Festival nerds, what can I say?). He was then getting another batch of bottles ready to pasteurize, and had just set one in the sink when it, too, exploded. This time half the bottle smashed into the light fixture over his head and shattered that, so glass rained down from the ceiling in addition to flying up from the sink. The chain mail/coif may have ACTUALLY saved him. Our neighbors heard all the commotion and came over to make sure that we didn't have armed intruders shooting at us or something - those explosions are pretty loud, and of course there was all the breaking glass noise.
Thankfully, I was in the living room reading TCF during both bottle bomb blowups. I bandaged up the cut, told him that replacing the light fixture and mopping was his responsibility, kinda laughed at him, and went to bed. I think he is amazed that I didn't make him sleep on the couch. Please tell me that your significant others do ridiculous things sometimes too?
I'm sorry but this is hilarious.
My SO has done some really stupid shit too. Not to this extent, but still ridiculous.
One time I was baking and using the hand mixer. He wanted to "help". I told him he can, but do NOT lift the mixer up with the beaters still running.
What's the first thing he does? Lift the goddamn beaters up while they're still running and splatters batter EVERYWHERE.
Bleh MH and I need to get some stone hauled in for around the shed, under the AC unit, under the deck, etc. So the place we wanted to get it from has a 'request a quote' thing on their website. Since I used that. They STILL haven't gotten back to me (and it's been a few days).
I don't overly like talking on the phone, but it seems like they might not respond to their request a quote thingie.
I think I earned about a million "tolerant wife" points last night. My DH is a homebrewer who has been trying out a bunch of new recipes at my request - so we have white wine, peach mead and raspberry mead hanging out in our basement right now, and until recently there was a batch of tart cherry cider hanging out carbonating in bottles in the hallway. Last night DH decided to open a bottle and see if it was time to "crash" the yeast, aka, stop the carbonation process before so much pressure built up in the bottles that they exploded. He started to pry the lid off and it went POP and smashed into the ceiling. Cider sprayed everywhere - ceiling, counters, floor, etc. "Yep, time to kill the yeast!" he announced. "I will try pasteurizing the cider, since I have never done it that way before."
Famous last words.
One of the bottles straight up exploded in the boiling water, spraying glass and more cider all over the kitchen along with scalding water. DH got a minor cut on his hand, but thankfully wasn't more injured than that. He went upstairs to change, and as a joke came back down wearing chainmail, including a coif (we're Renaissance Festival nerds, what can I say?). He was then getting another batch of bottles ready to pasteurize, and had just set one in the sink when it, too, exploded. This time half the bottle smashed into the light fixture over his head and shattered that, so glass rained down from the ceiling in addition to flying up from the sink. The chain mail/coif may have ACTUALLY saved him. Our neighbors heard all the commotion and came over to make sure that we didn't have armed intruders shooting at us or something - those explosions are pretty loud, and of course there was all the breaking glass noise.
Thankfully, I was in the living room reading TCF during both bottle bomb blowups. I bandaged up the cut, told him that replacing the light fixture and mopping was his responsibility, kinda laughed at him, and went to bed. I think he is amazed that I didn't make him sleep on the couch. Please tell me that your significant others do ridiculous things sometimes too?
He does. But not that. o_o Glad everyone's okay (except the cider)!
I think I earned about a million "tolerant wife" points last night. My DH is a homebrewer who has been trying out a bunch of new recipes at my request - so we have white wine, peach mead and raspberry mead hanging out in our basement right now, and until recently there was a batch of tart cherry cider hanging out carbonating in bottles in the hallway. Last night DH decided to open a bottle and see if it was time to "crash" the yeast, aka, stop the carbonation process before so much pressure built up in the bottles that they exploded. He started to pry the lid off and it went POP and smashed into the ceiling. Cider sprayed everywhere - ceiling, counters, floor, etc. "Yep, time to kill the yeast!" he announced. "I will try pasteurizing the cider, since I have never done it that way before."
Famous last words.
One of the bottles straight up exploded in the boiling water, spraying glass and more cider all over the kitchen along with scalding water. DH got a minor cut on his hand, but thankfully wasn't more injured than that. He went upstairs to change, and as a joke came back down wearing chainmail, including a coif (we're Renaissance Festival nerds, what can I say?). He was then getting another batch of bottles ready to pasteurize, and had just set one in the sink when it, too, exploded. This time half the bottle smashed into the light fixture over his head and shattered that, so glass rained down from the ceiling in addition to flying up from the sink. The chain mail/coif may have ACTUALLY saved him. Our neighbors heard all the commotion and came over to make sure that we didn't have armed intruders shooting at us or something - those explosions are pretty loud, and of course there was all the breaking glass noise.
Thankfully, I was in the living room reading TCF during both bottle bomb blowups. I bandaged up the cut, told him that replacing the light fixture and mopping was his responsibility, kinda laughed at him, and went to bed. I think he is amazed that I didn't make him sleep on the couch. Please tell me that your significant others do ridiculous things sometimes too?
I'm sorry but this is hilarious.
My SO has done some really stupid shit too. Not too this extent, but still ridiculous.
One time I was baking and using the hand mixer. He wanted to "help". I told him he can, but do NOT lift the mixer up with the beaters still running.
What's the first thing he does? Lift the goddamn beaters up while they're still running and splatters batter EVERYWHERE.
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