• Here’s to you.

    Here’s to you.

    HERES TO YOU On day three of deliver-everything-self-quarentine, I traumatized the pizza delivery driver. Apparently they are leaving pizzas on wrapped present boxes at your door when you click the no contact delivery option. I have been waiting for this moment for years. I don’t have to put on pants. My dogs won’t go crazy…

  • Sweet dreams.

    Sweet dreams.

    (she did not make bread today; there was no flour.)

  • a list of things i presently love:

    Seitan & Noodz.

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