Comments on: Dough and d’oh!

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By: Marilyn

Marilyn — Tue, 27 Jun 2006 14:29:03 +0000

Oh thank god…I thought I was the only one with a Pillsbury biscuit dough container phobia. Even after 11 years together, my boyfriend still rolls his eyes when I say, “No, YOU have to open it…it scares me…” Even more pathetic is that he somehow thinks my fear will be cured. I am so looking for those pouches…

By: Jen Johnson

Jen Johnson — Thu, 08 Jun 2006 16:48:28 +0000

Um… Don’t mock David Caruso’s nose! I don’t know what came over me when I began watching CSI: Miami, but I luuuuuurve him. Ridiculously so. I mean- I don’t even *like* redheads. (I have a theory about the redheads’ genes rendering them psychologically unstable- hasn’t failed me yet.)

By: warcrygirl

warcrygirl — Wed, 07 Jun 2006 16:16:01 +0000

My grandpa used to call those “whop biscuits” on account of you having to whop them against the counter to open them. I just get the frozen ones in the bag, much easier to manage. And hey, God didn’t put us at the top of the food chain to witness to fucking LIONS. Hello!!!!

By: thejunebug

thejunebug — Wed, 07 Jun 2006 11:44:07 +0000

AHAHA!! I had to show my husband this entry and the comments to PROVE to him I am not alone in my biscuit-phobia. Like Jenny, I will wake my husband up out of a sound sleep to make him open the damn things. They will EAT MY WHOLE ARM, or possibly my hand. I’m terrified of them.

I seriously need to stop reading your entries and their comments at work. I know I already said this in your ClubMom blog, but Linda + Library is not a combination that ends well. ;) I’ve already had three coworkers ask why I was crying and giggling into my coffee.

By: Stormy

Stormy — Wed, 07 Jun 2006 10:00:12 +0000

Oh wow. I thought I was the only one with cylindrical containers of biscuit dough phobia! I make other people peeeel and POP! them. My husband likes to chase me with them. Har har.

Babies love biscuits. My boy, calls them cuts. Heh.

By: Kay

Kay — Wed, 07 Jun 2006 03:42:03 +0000

Sundry-you don’t know what you have done for my self esteem with this entry! I thought I was the only person in the universe that had this problem with dough cans!
It is so nice to hear other’s have the same fear, now does anyone hate the metal lids you have to remove from a can (like Spam)? That last part you have to pull it and you are afraid it is going to end up shrapnel in your eye? (shudder)
And the old lady and biscuit exploding in the car is just an urban legend but day-am that would of been funny (as long as it wasn’t happening to me!) :)

By: Mia

Mia — Wed, 07 Jun 2006 03:07:56 +0000

I worked in a grocery store when I was in high school and dropped a tube of said biscuits on the floor. That tube hit just right so that it exploded dough all the way to the ceiling and then it rained little raw biscuits down on my head. Me and the carryout boy about peed our pants, him from laughing and me from the terror of having one of those damn dough bombs go off practically in my damn face. It’s 20 years later and I still handle those tubes like they’re 100 year old, sweating sticks of dynamite.
Fear the dough people, fear the dough.

By: Christine

Christine — Tue, 06 Jun 2006 21:21:27 +0000

GAH!! The article of stupidness has been made Not Available! I must know! Who was stupid? And what did He-Who-Is-Without-Brains do?

By: fifi

fifi — Tue, 06 Jun 2006 18:13:57 +0000

The boy’s hair is starting to look really luxuriant!
Has Cat signed an insurance disclaimer that will guarantee she never scratches him for pulling her fur/tail/whiskers?
I, too, was way too amused by Erin’s use of feline cremains. Still, a nice way to remember old friends!