Today was a strange day (or what passes for strange in my life, which has a base level of very odd). There was lots of occupational rumor and some low-grade fear and the kind of roiling stomach acid that makes for short tempers and sour pusses.
Ergo I could use the following, in no particular order.
As you can see, potatoes feature prominently.
Two more days and then it's time for a long weekend, bitches!
I am a work in progress. I perpetually need a hair cut. I'm totally devoted to my remarkable nieces and nephew. I am an elementary home cook and a magazine worker bee. (Please criticize my syntax and spelling in the comments.) I think my dog is hilarious. I like chicken and spicy things. I have difficulty being a grown-up. Left to my own devices, I will eat enormous amounts of cheese snacks of all kinds.