Going through the bin of winter stuff. This is what I call a rocking Monday night.
Oh big pink mittens how I’ve (not really) missed you. It won’t be much longer now until I’m wiping my runny winter running nose on you.
Geez I hope I washed those before I put them away for the season. They weren’t crunchy so I’ll take that as a good sign.
What else do we do around here for fun on Monday night? Why we wait for the corn to pop.