Allan blew his [cream] horn at dinner, and he made a mess. And then he decided to see how far he could shoot it. It was rather nasty, and so was the moment when we discovered that the caf's pesto sauce floats in orange juice, making it look unsettlingly like bile.
Anyway, I just got really distracted. The ugly snow has melted and become mist, and I'm craving the rest of my cracked pepper chips.
Monday, December 6
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