There should be a special place reserved in Hell for those who unload old Easter candy on Halloween.
It’s official: you chicks have made everything horrible.
Finally, a grown up treat: buñuelos, at Petty Cash. Churro-style donuts in a chocolate sauce. I may switch to maternity jeans.
F’d my back up bad Saturday night, and Ricky helped me crack it back into place. (Hold the doggy-style comments. You’re better than that.)