Also, as small business retail therapy for the post-course-eval blahs, I bought THIS: (Thank you, retrokid.ca)

Oh no. One of the butter tarts did not survive removal from the tin. (To be fair, “survival” isn’t a great term for most of them. They’re not pretty.) Fear not, I took one for the team and ate it with a spoon.

This is why I usually just make my own pastry. Yes, I defrosted it over night.

The unidentified seedling I received from the youngest child on Mother’s Day, after months of vining upwards—this is what I come home from AMS to:

I am literally eating breakfast OUTSIDE in Chicago in November because this Canadian who lives/works in GA/FL is too hot all the time

I woke up still angry and sad, so I made breakfast pizza about my feelings

WUT

I ✨really✨hope this is a Halloween thing and not the Duolingo app having an existential crisis

✨girl dinner✨