It was taught in my first grade class in the early 1970s.
temporal_spider
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I like to refer to using the bidet as cleaning my undercarriage.
Also, a can of cheap shaving cream to spray on the tub wall. It's a fun, soothing distraction for a little one. I used to sometimes defuse my kid's tantrums like that.
That looks so yummy. I love making cheesy soups.
Mrs Bradshaw's Handbook, by Terry Pratchett comes to mind, although I suspect you aren't looking for a book about a train journey through an imaginary landscape.
I was just thinking recently about the time I got a faceful of strychnine as a small child prowling through the hall closet while my grandma's back was turned. It was just sitting on the shelf, white powder in a little glass jar, no safety cap, no Mr Yuck sticker. It might not have even had a label. I happened to knock it over, and I can still remember the taste nearly sixty years later. We used to live so dangerously.
You're quite right, thank you for reminding me.
My sweetie and I are going to fire up the pellet smoker. We bought a whole bunch of ribs, beef and pork, and they're currently salted, and resting in the fridge (always dry brine your meat.) We'll divide most of it into vacuum seal bags to freeze, so we can enjoy BBQ meals for a few months. A wonderful Valentine day tradition.
I've rewatched Haven several times. I love everything about it, the characters, the acting, the writing, the music, and the overall vibe. It somehow manages to be tragic, terrifying, and wholesome, all at once.