Wouldn't a pelvic ceiling be the diaphragm?

Fortunately I have already read about this, so I can go 🤢 without further exploration.

Turns out I can buy an adjustable one off Ebay for $19. Parts for a non-adjustable home-built would have been $26, not counting getting housemate to bust out the jigsaw and the drill.

The Thing is a turtle-shaped cushion whose shell and plastron were woven on a hexagonal lap loom, with crocheted head, feet, and tail.

*Chef kiss*

As a fellow member of the They Will Have To Pry My Corpse Out Of This Job club, I am terrible at cover letters, resumes, and interviewing. Very good at proving indispensable once hired, though.

🍜🍜 🍲🍲 🫖🫖

Rsvp in the negative with best wishes for the impending new human.

Cannot un-taste that.

Really says something that the GenAI prompt of (I assume) "Most 'Murrica" results in two different bison-based gryphons, a combination bullet/pocketknife/prescription bottle, and a well-executed trash panda.

The number of times we have told the cats (really just the torbie) "pets are available...right here...just take ONE step closer" only to be met with the cat stare of "insufficient arm length sounds like a You problem. Now get over here with the skritchies."

To quote the cook: "until the squash starts to get kinda translucent and it mashes when I smush it with a spoon...couldn't say for sure in minutes, maybe 10?" That is for 1cm squash cubes. Lid on and off in turns to balance steaming with not being waterlogged.

Sometimes you need the adultier adult.

She is smart enough to let others do the bits that might need opposable thumbs!

Can personally attest that all of these make excellent reheat-next-day lunches.