My Dad and Mom get divorced. My Dad gets remarried. We invent banana shrimp pancakes.
Banana Shrimp Pancakes

My Dad and Mom get divorced. My Dad gets remarried. We invent banana shrimp pancakes.
Nightmares are terrible. Sandwiches are amazing. Mother Earth deserves some time off.
The virus matters for the elderly, too, not just rashy little kids.
My cat broke my lymph node.
These are the tests: global, personal. Not math, thank goodness.
To this day I am tickled that years ago, in a coffee bar in Amsterdam, my own dealer/seller suggested that I stop smoking my beautiful first ever marijuana serving. We had smoked less than ½ of one joint.
Maybe anorexics in quarantine with family do the dishes more frequently so they can chuck their uneaten food in the trash before others have time to notice.
That pasta will probably be there indefinitely, unless the pandemic “shelter in place” lasts like five years. Have you ever tried gluten free pasta? It’s disgusting.
We defrost our freezer. We eat soy ice cream. I invent Cobweb toilet paper.
Never sell your instrument.