Captain Morgan (my husband’s name and rank…seriously) and I played a little game tonight we like to call “Identify the Source of that Smell.” Turns out we had several to choose from in the refrigerator.
Who wants to come over for tacos?
If I could grow things in my garden as quickly and effectively as I grow things in the fridge, we’d be the talk of the neighborhood. In a good way.
We’re already the talk of the neighborhood. In a bad way.
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