I smell maple syrup.
I hope that’s not a symptom of something.
I smell maple syrup.
I hope that’s not a symptom of something.
The coffee machine here makes “Moka” instead of “Mocha.” Hmm. I wonder if one of the ingredients is Malk?
Pie #2 is in the exciting, never-the-same-temperature-twice oven. Baking at my house is like gambling.
Offices everywhere will soon have to shut off glaring overhead lighting so we can see our iPad screens.