We must have the same DNA!

Clear, concise and honest without any bs or explanation. On the positive side, you can write that you know how to make a clear, concise list without bs or explanation.

scanner--glad to know I'm not alone!

cartouche--in my other life when I'm not wasting time on OS, I'm a technical writer and editor. I know how to cut out the BS. Mostly.

These confessions are funny.

Voltaire -

"Ask a toad what beauty is."

I loved when scanner confessed.
Scanner was in church lusting `gin.

He went wild watching the pianist.
Scanner ask her to please stop it.
He (tease) said to preacher this`

"A Peacock Tail makes me sick!"

"The Peacocks Tail!" Dickens`
Honest. Charles exclaimed it`
That makes me feel very sick
He's overly aroused as she do`
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Back to pianist at a pump organ?
She (scanner yell) Organ pumps!
She needs to go with me to pray!
They wander off to the cornfield.
Corn has ears. Open Salon know.
Ay DNA, ADD, and yea for froggy.
Normal behavior confession eve.

are we cousins?

Oooh, I forgot about holding grudges! One year I sent Christmas cards in July. Love the distinction between baking and cooking. I'm like you in that regard as well! (How frightening for you! So sorry.)

I tried sending Christmas cards but pfffft, nobody returned the favor so...:D

Packrat here too.

It's all good though!!!

The cord from the toaster I got from the garage sale probably worth a quarter so....:D

Art--I'm honored! An Art James poem in my very own comments!

dianaani--maybe. We should go have coffee. Or maybe wine.

Good Daughter--I'm glad it's more than just me. I love pie. Perhaps I should learn to make meat and potatoes in a pie, but it wouldn't be the same.

jane--as long as I can have some of your family recipe cake, I'm happy.

Tink--I'll match your toaster cord and throw in three chargers for appliances I no longer own.

I started reading this, but something grabbed my attention . . .

Pilgrim--what? Oh look! A chicken!

We share many. I can cook but I can't bake and I'm not that much of a pack-rat, though you'd never know it to look at my place.

I'm just up the road from you. Used to work in Portland. I miss those paychecks but not the commute.