Thursday, November 10

More things that just shouldn't exist in our known universe.

Gingerbread creamer is living in our downstairs fridge. Obviously someone (I love dearly) didn't get the memo.

Also, tough, wood-y tasting Granny Smith Apples. (They're SO. GOOD. usually. Nothing worse than a good thing gone wrong.)

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