...laughed out loud this morning when I saw my sock-shoes from the night before.
Doodled for a bit, headed to work.
Had a buttery good meal. (I like it when D makes eggs.)
Stopped for a bit to admire how shockingly bright the peas were.
Saw pasta being rolled...
...and made into these fat pillows.
Snacked on a bit of radish,
and wondered what kind of salad was on the mozzarella tubs.
Plated some pumpkin pies.
Home again. We had grilled cheese sandwiches, and D attacked some Nazi zombies on Call of Duty...
Doodled for a bit, headed to work.
Had a buttery good meal. (I like it when D makes eggs.)
Stopped for a bit to admire how shockingly bright the peas were.
Saw pasta being rolled...
...and made into these fat pillows.
Snacked on a bit of radish,
and wondered what kind of salad was on the mozzarella tubs.
Plated some pumpkin pies.
Home again. We had grilled cheese sandwiches, and D attacked some Nazi zombies on Call of Duty...
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