looks like we found the trail 2 ur moms house
looks like we found the trail 2 ur moms house
I need to find a band to play with, picking up a guitar at home just gets junior’s attention and then breaks the impulse to pick up the instrument in the first place, like a dog or cat vectoring in on the one person who isn’t into one or the other (which is also me usually), or like a helicopter manager ignoring the headphones and full screen doc or IDE for a “hey, do you got a second?”
well, I didn’t, but I guess I have all day now, because, welp!
by corollary, managers who do that are actually saying “hey, hey. will you play with me?”
making stuff once a week with perishables has really upped my kitchen hygiene; I p much don’t touch anything with my fingers anymore that I’m not about to cook and eat immediately, with the exception of salt
blah blah blah “kindly" blah blah blah
your foster parents are dead, lets go
was still thinkin’ about that marg from a few weeks ago, and a then a friend in Marin gave us a few tomatoes from her garden.
this one is topped with additional chiffonaded basil, and smoked sea salt
I had pan fried some hot italian sausage (intending to pair with red onion slices and provolone instead of mozz) while the first two baked, for a third pizza, but this one was so good I didn’t even bother with it, and so I tossed the extra dough ball in the freezer