December 2009
26 posts
hole fuds.
i’ve been in a love-hate relationship with WF for going on four years now. their stores are so confusing to my system. something doesn’t resolve with their (his) approach to the grocery business, but i’ll go back again and again, at least for that damn kombucha.
it's an orientation. →
i don't care what they say, i will always trust... →
our town of the day (from a few days ago). →
more cakes, less appetizing. →
snow animals! →
i'm in love. →
good use of your time. →
i went other places, IV, II, I, PG, C, etc., for... →
and it’s so right.
everybody reads this, but i don't care. just in... →
overheard at bookstore.
boy: are you aware that I'm by far the best reader in the sixth grade?
grandma: ....uh-huh...
boy: better than any of the other readers.
grandma: ...hmm, but you're not in the six grade.
boy: well, i can read nearly as well as half of the kids in the sixth grade.
yes, finally!
it DOES transport me to an exciting, tropical paradise while offering a sense of protection and healing in stressful times. via.
de-LISH! →