I couldn’t fold paper even if my grades depended on it. I should know. I got a C- in that one art school class. Me: Woo, art school, finally some all-As territory!!! First class: fold this paper Me: oh nooooo
I know come Shortpacked! Times, I introduced “for the love of Cheese” into everyone’s lexicon, but it’s probably a little weirder coming out of Joyce’s mouth, since Walky was, you know, sort of The Cheese for a while.
There were a few years in which we tried to cook our own Thanksgiving turkey, and honestly I’m not that bad at it, but these days I’m all fuggit and order a Bob Evans Farmhouse Feast, the end. What if: […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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