Sometimes there’s just one answer to a problem.
I’m worn out, but I’m trying to get the posting caught up. But I’m skipping a post here and there for a reason.
I was pretty proud of how this came out.
Things have been weird and hard lately, and Caz likes mangoes, and I was tired.
Even before coffee, sometimes something will catch my eye, and there need to be photos.
Do yourself a favor, if you’re ever in the area.
Not quite as heavenly, but they’ll do.
It was a heat-it-up-take-a-phone-pic kind of dinner.
But don’t worry, I still love you.
I liked the cell shot better, and I’m a bit annoyed by that.
Pizza parties are the best.
They were meh. I think they need some sort of sauce.
My friend Wyndi is a most excellent cook.