My bread is DEAD.We played a drinking game called "I've Never." Predictably, I was the soberest person there. I'm so boring. But I did have my first-ever jello shots. They burned.
And when I got home a couple minutes ago, it was to find that Summer had found the loaf of french bread I'd so carelessly left on the counter (encased in a Ziploc) instead of hiding it in the branches of the tallest tree on top of the highest mountain across the deepest ocean, as I obviously should have.
Huh. Live and learn.
And Oded Fehr so I have pleasant jello-y dreams.
