Tonight’s dinner is summer’s last hurrah.
Failure, that is. At least an epic failure would be something to tell the grandkids about one day.
Keep it clean, kids.
A fine way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
Now with over 1,000% more words!
Apparently, I now need some kind of special box to continue getting Bravo, which I will hopefully obtain by next week. THANKS FOR NOTHING, COMCAST.
Unfortunately, my body is very much NOT on vacation, much to my mind’s chagrin.
Because you love picnics, and you not-so-secretly wish you were an elf.
Let’s all give a warm welcome to Gail, Johnny Bravo, my secret boyfriend Hubert and the blonde lady.