I’m still kinda full from the dim sum with the twins, but this cheeseburger is too delicious and melty to not eat and I think it’s in the Bible that throwing away sweet potato fries is a sin. Plus it all pairs beautifully with this Japanese whisky the guy at the liquor store recommended. Friday nights are usually sushi with Bryony, but neither one of us has broken the stalemate, so cow it is, and alone at that.
Across my kitchen table sits Sam’s Nike box. We’re having a stare-down.
So far, I’m winning, rearranging all my dumb dog statues in order by breed rather than opening the box.
Hound group, working group, toy group, sporting group …
This whisky is super nice and my cheeks are warm and I’m feeling much lighter and fuzzier than I was this morning when dumb Sam just whisked into the
