mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Saturday, April 06, 2013
it's early when it is for the parental units
chicken, corn on the cob, carrots, and baby portabella are all on the grill. not typical nursing home food. well, plus I serve them a little fermented beverages
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