Bliss

Chocolate chip muffins are a cute dessert disguised as something somewhat healthy.

Woo me autocorrects to woe is me and suddenly I’m emo.

My body pillow, it gets me.

I’m onto watching marathons of shows that once I could only watch weekly. It’s a wild life.

Sunrise.

😂🤣😂🤣💕

Hard shell breaks, make a taco salad.
-extra salsa implied.

The rain and 40 degrees and now my snow globe is slushy.

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Bathed in moonlight, thinking about needing new curtains.

Sunset.

My giant noise cancelling fan has croaked. In other news this is a quiet neighborhood I’ve learned.

Life is too short to mince pies or words.

Moon and ice.

Sunrise on fire.

I’ve a boatload of pasta dishes, cause carb overload it is!

It’s oddly quiet, just me and the sea waves.

It’s snowmegeddon outside.

I believe that currently I’m living in a wind tunnel.

😁

🤣😂🤣😂🤣💕

My garage band Bomb Cyclone will be playing our new hit single Bombogenesis live!

The sunrise before storm.

The only thing that spins out of control is my washing machine.

That it’s not pitch dark at 5:30 in the evening feels hopeful.

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Sweet and sour sauce instead of ketchup gives me this nostalgic whimsy, that condiments can.

It’s so windy the pretreated roads have a swirling glitter like thing going on, like a snow globe. Or an afterparty.

I bought an SUV and immediately a delivery truck showed up in my driveway to drop off a pair of New Balance sneakers, a newborn and a wonderfold stroller.