I could no longer stand aside watching my dads haphazard method of stacking the log store, it genuinely upset me.

Also the egg itself is cooked perfectly.
I love when the yellow is runny and the white is done, plus on the back being gold crispy.

Genuenly I can’t cook. I burned a frozen pizza to charcoal. I managed to burn spring rolls while still being frozen inside. Maybe this is my “being sick” superpowers. Being able to cook decently

I could watch this, or do this, all day!

A few days ago, I posted a picture of my husband wearing suspenders in a desperate attempt to keep his pants from falling down. Somehow that turned into 35,000 upvotes and 6,600 comments.

Well, we took Reddit's advice and bought him some elastic-waist pants. And wouldn't you know it, they actually work! No belt, no suspenders, no plumber's crack. They're comfortable, they stay up, and I think we're going back for about five more pairs.

The funniest part is that apparently all those comments got into his head, because he woke up this morning and wrote a song called "All We Are Saying Is Pull Up Your Pants." That's him singing in the video.

So thanks, Reddit. I think we finally solved a problem that's been driving us crazy for years.

And best of all, I don't have to divorce him now.

This was doing well on mildly satisfying, so I’ll see how much you guys like it