Mmmmm…. my whole house smells like freshly baked apple cinnamon muffins.
I should bake more often.
Mmmmm…. my whole house smells like freshly baked apple cinnamon muffins.
I should bake more often.
Well, maybe it was just a tiny karmic realignment — for me, at least, because for someone else it was damnable bad luck — but while walking Diego this afternoon, I spied a piece of paper in the grass [more...]