cookies and wine go better together than cookies and milk.
last week, I got my finger slammed (and locked) in the car door. I self-medicated with sea salt chocolate.
the other night I almost left Adam at Lowe’s because he was being bossy…but then I realized he had my credit card.
capers freak me out.
I called it a night at 12:15 on New Years Eve because I couldn’t stop thinking about the s’more tart on the counter…and because my feet hurt.
I miss uncle jessie.