That said, I was feeling vaguely nostalgic for the days when I was a kid and my mom would make a pan of baked mostaccioli for my meat-hating ass. So that’s what I’m doing Thursday.
That said, I was feeling vaguely nostalgic for the days when I was a kid and my mom would make a pan of baked mostaccioli for my meat-hating ass. So that’s what I’m doing Thursday.
This is literally the kind of stuff my brain is apparently working on when my alarm goes off.
This is literally the kind of stuff my brain is apparently working on when my alarm goes off.