The directions say to cook the sausage links until the interior temperature is 160 degrees. How the heck are we supposed to stick the meat thermometer into a single sausage link without destroying it?
Another food wrapper said to place the product in an “ovenable” container. How the heck did THAT make it past spell check?
Why is it when measuring cups are sold in ¼, 1/3, ½, 2/3, ¾ and 1 cup, we have to learn how to solve equations that result in fractions like 46/127ths?
So why doesn’t Microsoft Word shrink the type for fractions with thirds, anyway?
When Puxatawney Phil pokes his head out of his burrow and sees his shadow, we have six more weeks of winter. With three feet of snow in my back yard, I’m surprised he bothered this year.
If a cat is acting aloof, it just isn’t hungry yet.
If you need proof that attitude is everything, come watch my eight pound cat put the smack down on my 65-pound dog.
My teen and my dog both eat everything in site and curl up on the couch together. Does my teen think he is a dog, or does the dog think she is a teen?
Either way, teenagers are a species unto themselves.
We are now legislating common sense and have to write out ethics laws for public officials. That can’t be a good sign.
