I’m gonna say no. I think I’d feel like Ezri in the first few episodes we meet her but like forever.

Chicago: “And you have my hotdog.”

There’s a spot called Antonio’s in LaGrange that makes their chicken parm sandwich on garlic bread and it’s amazing.

I get that lots of folks fear death, but Fear of Death (like more pervasive & intrusive) seems to be a theme among me, my child and our autistic peers. I wonder if there’s a connection, likely that it’s an abstract concept we can’t quantify. Thank you so much for being you and trotting your trot 🥰

I agree!

Mama in the nest. So far the doggo has stayed away.

I’m sure deregulating our food supply will help.