Kevin decided to buy some frosting to go on the graham crackers. I don't know if he's divinely inspired to shower droplets of sugar goodness into my life, or demon spawn who will maliciously undo all the lovely "Wow! You are looking so skinny!" comments that my vain, self-absorbed heart devours, insatiably.
By the time my post-work/nursing/dinner dog walk ended, it was dark. Sniff. And it smelled, just slightly, of non-summer. Of Autumn.
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I am so jel of your weather, we are still in the 100s here! :(
H's mom calls frosting and graham crackers "Johnson treats." You know, 'cause she made them up.
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