Kiwi Crones - A virtual kitchen table for the Farms' grannies and aunties

[Aunt Carol]

If people don't write up the experience of this kind of childhood it's going to get written by other people, romanticized, used for dumb policy wonkery, taken over by all kinds of retardation.

To that end, @Nique la mere de Macron write the memoir, but consider finding an up-and-coming comic artist to make it a graphic novel about your oppressed childhood. That's a license to print money and emboss awards, these days.

bath bead things. It seemed like when you put them in the bath, you would eventually end up with kind of a sad, deflated-condom-looking scrap of plastic that stuck to everything. Do you guys know what I'm talking about? Was I Doing It Wrong?

It looked like the results of dissolving a gel-cap of medicine in water, and I always assumed it was the same thing. The scrap of colorful gel-ooze kept dissolving, and was impossible to not continue poking at.

I think that's normal. If you were a grown-up lady you were just supposed to ignore it as you had your bath experience. That was the skin that contained the oil.

...whoa, heavy realization, ladies. Tide Pods were the bath oil beads of the next generation. Same dissolving skin, same irresistiblity to children, just more utility and a 2010s portion size.

 

[Sperghetti]

My grandma still has a fancy jar of these in her bathroom
God knows how long it's been sitting there but it still looks pristine.

Don't worry, they're almost certainly all fused together into one giant mass, like a jar of gummy vitamins left in a hot car.

She also had that awful "potpourri spray" and would douse entire rooms in it before she had company over.

Those were the exact cans we had in my bathroom growing up, holy shit.