::just a little anachronistic, for funsies, post. because my belle brought strawberries and winter branch left me champy champs. and I’m packing. and listening to boyce avenue. and i got to fall in love with baby waverly tonite. le sigh::
sometimes when your roommate gets ready for a date, she explodes ALL OVER THE COUNTER
Sometimes, YOU are that roommate. Or….I am.
I’m so so sorry, Mel.
(I did clean up, by the way.)