Nespresso pods are rated on a scale of ‘intensity’ from one to thirteen. You might say it’s odd.
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Does the scale go up by twos?
No, it appears to be every integer from one to thirteen.
Good. That’s not so odd then.
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The rental cabin I’m staying in has the weirdest kitchen setup. It has an electric range top, but there’s a dishwasher under the range top where the oven usually is. The oven is actually over the range, and the controls for the range are on the side of oven
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Never in my life had I had…never in my life did I have…an oven without a stove top is not something that I had encountered for most of my life, so when I first experienced one my initial thought was, “You can do that? Huh. What’ll they think of next?”
Growing up our oven was separate from the range/stove top. However the dishwasher wasn’t under the range, nor were the range controls on the oven
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[crazy voice]
Naw, we’ve got an app for that now!
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Used to go from 1 to 11 . . . until they ran into Nigel Tufnel.
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Range Control to Major Tom . . .
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this random thought inspired by a comment in another thread, but here it is..
true story, FWIW.
In college I met/knew this guy James. He was a decent guy, never had any real conflicts with him but James (or I guess his dad) was rich AF, but James didn’t know it or maybe he didn’t realize it. He grew up in a VERY wealthy area, and he thought he was “middle class” Those were his own words. You see, his house had only 6000 sf and only 9 bathrooms. His parents drove Mercedes and he got a brand new Jeep on his 16th birthday. His parents owned a lake house a few hours drive away. The maids only came 3 or 4 times a week. When they took vacations a couple times a year they flew 1st class.
He grew up going to school with people who had even bigger houses. To his mind, rich people drove a Bentley and/or a Rolls Royce, and their kids got a brand new Mercedes on their 16th birthday. They owned villas in Tuscany, not lake houses, and had live in maids living in a section of the homestead the owners never bothered to enter. And they flew in private jets. So by comparison, James felt kinda poor and ordinary.
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My kids had nowhere near the experience that James did, but my daughter thought we were poor bc she had to work for lessons and board for her horse and her friends did not. Now she works with kids and families in poverty and she understands that we were NOT poor.
I grew up lower middle class but a friend I met in my 20’s told how her family sometimes went without food growing up. So I decided we were never poor! (The truth is there were times we wouldn’t have had food but friends helped us. But I didn’t know that as a kid.)
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Sometimes I wish I was a pool boy.
Yeah. I grew up poor…had to rely on baked goods donated to our church each week, got hand me down clothes from friends. Never went to a sit down restaurant growing up. Had never tried steak before I was 18. Drank powdered milk.
And then I met my husband. He had pigeons he could see when he took a bath, due to the hole in his roof. He had holes in his shoes, an empty fridge at the end of every month, and parents were so uneducated about general health they packed him soda instead of water for football practice.
So I feel weird calling my experience poor when he lived that way. And it’s weirder still that there are many people who look at his childhood and think he had a lot.
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I’m using Google translate to see what a (Greek) box of bandages says. In the corner there is text in a circle, I think it’s saying ‘bacteria guard,’ but Google has given me ‘festers in dirt’ and ‘plagued by bacteria’ as the results. 
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Daughter is in Finland. They have a ceremony called “Grand Sitsit” which is an “academic dinner party”. Daughter shared with me a pamphlet on what it is. However, when I threw the first words, “Suursitsit kokavat…”, into the google translate it spit out “big tits are cooking”. 
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ooohhhh I wish I was a loofah
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An army without leaders is like a foot without a big toe.
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Oh I wish I were a little bar of soap…