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If you break up ruffles potato chips, it’s like you’re eating old school potato sticks. I think that’s beautiful.

1983, begging my mother for “gummy” (plastic) shoes in like 3 colors. From the bin in the middle of an aisle at Kmart, $2.99 a piece. I’d use 1/2 my babysitting $. Fast forward, my daughter just excitedly shared that the same shoe in one color is on sale for $50. (What, no pearlescent pink?)

It all comes down to the double dog dare.

Yearn autocorrected to yarn, so my love poem turned wooly pretty quickly.

Sky and sea

It means something when my blender croaks after making a decadent milkshake, right?

Then there was the moon.

Brings “lettuce entertain you” to an entirely different level.

Saying no problem when it’s a problem is a problem. Or whatever some therapists say.

All night diner and chill?

Sneezed so hard I’ve made a new set of Rorschach tests.

Needed to grab some trash bags, ended up inadvertently grabbing the 1000 pack. So in other words until I croak pack.

People don’t use “you’re looking snazzy” anymore and this saddens me.

Laugh until I hiccup is my love language.

Up catching worms. We could fish about it.

Per reese’s shape, it’s nearly halloween.

Sunset blush.

A fancy milkshake is called a frappe. Which sounds like a wicked cute nickname, really.

Because the monsoon is over, that’s why.

My third eye has night blindness.