dianaschnuth

I learned something this week: egg noodles are the food memory of my childhood, not Kraft Macaroni and Cheese as I had previously thought.

Home early. Thought I’d use the afternoon brain power that usually goes toward work stuff to do my own stuff, but maybe I’ll nap instead.

Standing in line at the post office, waiting to buy stamps. Someone in here has been enjoying an illegal fragrant substance. 🙂