Ham, pineapple, onions, green peppers, and jalapenos, no sauce. One of my favorite pizzas.

There’s enough goodness that you really don’t need pizza sauce on it, or at least I’ve never come across a sauce that works with pineapple. But the flavors and textures work well together.

I adopted mine as well, he was “Tuffy” at the time but my son kept calling him “Baby.” I didn’t want to name my cat Baby, so I found out that Miles is the character’s real name in Baby Driver lol.

I have a Miles too!

I need to figure out posting pics one of these days. He’s a tuxedo mainecoon mix 😁.

For marketability, it’s horrendous. While I’m open to dramatic, unique, and off the wall stuff it’s still not my taste.

BUT! I would absolutely take advantage of the discount I’d get on the property after it’s spent over a year on the market. I also wouldn’t be in a rush to remodel, but would look for ways to highlight it till the novelty wore off.

Weird. I work in hospice. We somewhat regularly get patients signing in because of COVID/COVID effects, but I can’t recall the last time someone signed in because they had “really bad flu.” It’s almost like one is still significantly worse to get.

LMAO - I haven’t seen anyone do that before. Everything after the ? is for site tracking info, so you can remove it. There was a post about it sometime in the last couple weeks that gave examples and where to chop it off to not offer more tracking info.

After the birth of my first child I ended up with a hemorrhoid. Truth be told, I was scared shitless to touch anything down there for a couple days after the trauma. They had given me a squishy bottle to rinse myself while everything recovered. Warm water from the tap was heavenly lol.

As a Midwestern American with a fondness for music from the UK, I both blindly accept your answer as 100% believable and complete bullshit at the same time lol.

Nice work! 👍

Careful. With those proportions might need a wider base.

The first 35 years of my life I was surrounded by nothing but Midwestern American conservatives, with splashes of evangelical Christians in the mix. I was raised that we should love our neighbors, give to the poor and needy, work hard, and or needs would be met. When I was no longer a child the clarifications started to creep in. I should love and help others, but only if they really deserved it. Who deserved it had a long list of unspoken qualifiers. If my needs weren’t being met, I must not be working hard enough, even if that meant working 2 jobs and my health suffering for it.

In my 30s I had the opportunity to meet people outside my bubble, and what do you know - I started recognizing the hypocrisy I was raised with and living, and finally started to grow as a person.

Huh. I raised my children to treat people the way they want to be treated and to share their toys with others. As teens and adults they’ve tended to cultivate friend groups of supportive, welcoming people. I consider them extended family, and if someone has a need we should be available to help.

The people they’re skeptical of are the “I’ve got mine, fuck you” types.