We drive to school today so Zoe could bring her carefully crafted desert island model (hooray Play-Doh) safely to school.
If you look really closely you should be able to make out traces of donut on the boy’s face.
Really thick fog this morning made the ride to school a fun adventure. We rode through a cloud!
If you’re wondering why your neighborhood no longer has a corner grocery but has four coffee houses and an artisanal condiment shop, it’s not because it’s been gentrified; rather, it’s because it’s become an “asshole survivalist enclave”–the modern-day equivalent of a medieval walled city, built to protect the inhabitants from the forces of reality.
He really, really doesn’t like the forces behind the “Bestmade” company.
Temps were right at freezing when we left, but with hats and gloves we managed to make it to school without too much trouble. Zak did ultimately regret choosing the lightweight knit gloves over his mittens, but the gloves had skeleton fingers on them. So really he had no choice at all.
And icy windows