It’s Wednesday night. I made a batch of chili this afternoon, and my parents swung by with goodies from their Costco run. We’ve got chocolate milk in the house again.
I finally put a dent in the heap of laundry that was waiting for me in the workshop today. Now I’m sitting here debating pre-ordering a glittery orange cassette. The problem is, there are four limited-release deluxe CDs I want to order, too.
In case it wasn’t clear, I’m not not a Swiftie.