It goes without saying the chocolate thing is a huge loss for you, even more so than the melons.

Same, pretty much.

I would be one angry mofo if I had to keep under 27g of carbs. I commend you for not killing anyone... yet.

I'm a chocoholic, especially the dark. I can't remember ever trying a variety of melon that I didn't like. I don't like grapefruit or snails and I don't think I ever had horsemeat. I like almost everything else and I was shocked to read here that some don't like mangoes. A sweet, ripe mango is so flavorful and delicious.

There are plenty of substitutes, I just got careless today and made a smoothie out of post-workout habit. Banana is the debil, but blueberries are no slouch either.

Same, pretty much. Not crazy about honey-dews, they're not great if not perfectly ripe. Mango is the shizzitz.

Will hold off judgment on what is "weird" until you tell us where those boxes are today.

Chocolate, desserts, and just about any type of fruit would be a dream diet.

Bookshelf in the living room, last I knew. The house has no fireplace, hence no mantle.

I'll go out on a limb and say that is weird.

We took my FIL's ashes to Houston for internment in a facility in his church. I made him ride in the trunk. When we got to the hotel, I wanted to leave him in the trunk, but my wife wanted to take him to our room for the night. I couldn't sleep the whole night.

Yes, I know, that was weird on my part.

I dunno. What do you do with them? I mean, people scatter ashes in places the deceased loved, but there was nowhere in the world either of them loved as much as their home.

To amplify - by the time most Americans die of old age, they've usually moved out of the house they raised their family in and lived most of their adult lives in. Maybe they move to a smaller place, maybe they go into the Old Folks Home. Not my parents. They bought that place in 1962 and lived there till they died at 89 (Mom) and 100 1/2 (Dad). And now my sister, who made sure they could stay their through he end of their lives, owns the house (that was the deal), and plans to retire there herself. So it feels appropriate to us for them to be there. And it's not like people don't keep the ashes of their loved ones around.

Maybe not so weird. Or at least, not abnormal.

Recall what happened to Donny in The Big Lebowski? (edit NSFW dialogue)

I know a lot of people keep them. Eventually though you could have a house full of urns. Then what do you do?

I’ll eat sweet chocolate, like Snickers. Watermelon would cause an allergic reaction in my throat. Gets itchy. I thought I was imagining things but eventually looked it up.

https://www.healthline.com/health/fo...rmelon-allergy

Always makes me think about the neurosurgical external fixation device. :eek:

Pulled the crank, wiped stuff off, squirted grease at random, reassembled it. Noise is gone, at least for up the street and back, it damned if I know what it was.

Hey, at least they're not in Folgers cans!

Dad would object. He'd want to be in a Peet's Coffee bag, at least!
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That's true of many things. As the oldest kid in both their families, my parents inherited a lot of stuff that had great meaning for the ancestor who originally bought it, and none or almost none to anyone else. For example, when I was a ute, I was visiting my grandmother, great grandmother, and great aunt, who lived in the great aunt's place near DC. I happened to offhandedly admire my great aunt's china cabinet. Fast forward two decades - great aunt dies, leaves me her china cabinet. My aunt, Mom's sister, great aunt's executrix wants me to pay the estate for the bequest, so Mom gets her hackles up and makes DAMN SURE I get the china cabinet, and for no extra money.

WTF am I gonna do with a china cabinet? SO it went to Mom and Dad's place, where it sits in the dining room, loaded up with all kinds of plates and dishes that belonged to various family members, the sort of thing the middle class of the late 19th and early 20th century acquired that made them feel more affluent. The sort of thing that few people of my generation, and even fewer of subsequent generations want. Frippery, but you'd feel bad just selling it because of the family connection AND it's not worth that much in any case.

My grand-dad just wanted to be tossed on the manure pile

That was my experience with the bb in the Gunnar. Ultegra 6600, ticking and clicking a bit. Lubed it even though it all looked great and then it was quiet. It now has about 40k miles and I took it apart for the second time this year.

Going thru that now with my parents. We are going to see them in a couple of weeks, and mom already told me to be able to pack my share of her Lladro collection for the trip home.

What am I going to do with Lladro porcelain pieces?

That's the ultimate destination for all of us no matter what we decide, isn't it?

same. except I use android on my mobile device.

Not sure if serious. If so, seek help.