We carried things down the stairs. We carried things up the stairs.
Meredith now has a fireplace with a lovely front cover, which is the perfect way to begin a new chapter.
The building’s art made me feel a little uncomfortable.
The restaurant’s bathroom door made me feel very uncomfortable. (It’s clearly a directive so I did what I was told, but I’m not sure why I needed to be fully naked just to wash my hands before dinner. The men’s bathroom door said UNZIP, which would have been so much easier. When the sun rises, it rises for everyone!)
The tempura avocado taco made up for everything and more, meaning the next seven times I’m starting to feel uncomfortable, tempura avocado memories will step in and suddenly the discomfort will become a delicious warm green crunchy thing.
NaBloPoMo?
Don’t mind if I do! (That’s a directive, and you are my implied subject.)
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NaBloPoMo????? Say it ain’t so!!!!! ?????
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Boy does that taco thing ever look good! Colonoscopy prep solution is what’s for dinner here today, but a girl can always dream.