What’s for supper? Vol. 119: It is almost March.
Well, it’s February and everything is terrible. That’s my excuse for letting things languish around here. Someone spilled something on my computer again, and the quick and easy warranty process only took eleven steps and nine years to complete. Everyone is throwing up. Corrie is hallucinating sad gazebos in the heating vent, and won’t drink … Continue reading “What’s for supper? Vol. 119: It is almost March.”