|Awesome unicorn turds, maybe.|
|This was goooood, though, because it was made of mushed avocados. Point to BA, with the qualifier that guacamole is hard to screw up.|
|I suspect the "Tacos! Tacos! Tacos!" page and I are going to get along fine.|
|And I am here to CALL THEM ON IT.|
|Or, if they are a magazine, grump futilely about it in your blog.|
Ivy is embracing summer rind-first.
|This is what I like to see.|
I figured she may as well have proper tools.
And now, a play in one act, based on real messages I sent to my Meetup group yesterday:
10:37 AM: "We're here, but I don't know where the sand pit is..."
11:29 AM: "Haaaaa you guys we're at the wrong park."
ELAPSED TIME: 52 MINUTES. THE END.