This isn’t all that wild, in the context of things I’ve seen and had to hear about in my life. Kids don’t even have to be teenagers to think about and try some pretty bold-faced moves.

I’m still holding hope that someday someone taller than me will be amenable to a date. I’m just tired of always being the spinner instead of the spinnee in the dance of life.

That’s the one! Was it antifreeze? I always thought it was water based to take advantage of the phase-change temperature difference.

Yep, this is a junk drawer at its nascent stage.

My mother got into the pampered chef selling bulldonkey when I was young, and despite the dozens of items we got from them, only four really stood out, and she still has three of them. The ice cream scoop (how hard is it to make a shaped chunk of metal, after all), the kitchen shears (which were actually good quality), the slap-chop before there was a slap-chop brand (the one that is now missing/broken), and the kitchen organizer thing for the countertop: pic related. It was great for the longer shaped things, like some of what you have in the drawer. If the drawer bothers you that much, consider something that goes on the countertop or on the wall (or even a hanging pot organizer, which I love above a kitchen island.

That was a great movie, and I had forgotten about it until now. Thanks for the memory jog.

Okay, let’s make this simple enough for you. Pictures, everybody. Pictures for the man with the mind of a sloth. Exhibit A. Exhibit B.

Everyone should know the real Mammon. I will accept one substitute.