Probably the battery needs replacing. They do that sometimes when it’s running low. Or the wormhole.

the Chattahoochee

Finding ways to say ‘look at my friend’s work, because it and they are brilliant’ is a goal, tbh

I don’t know, but I had it last night and I’m still thinking about it.

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: six geese-a-laying, FIVE GOLD RINGS, four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree. Goose, calling bird, hen, dove, partridge and pear omelette. Yum.

In our current kitchen with v little counter space, I once had a Rube Goldberg-esque situation where I poured scalding hot gravy into a bowl, which tipped and cascaded gravy onto my hand and then into a fresh-from-the-oven pan of walnut rum brownies. I’m still mad about the brownies.

I made pumpkin pie filling in my grandma’s giant-ass Pyrex mixing bowl, then tried to pick up the fully loaded bowl to pour into the shells. I dropped the bowl into the first one. The kitchen and I looked like a pumpkin spice bomb had gone off. I found drips of filling for WEEKS.