December 4 is one of the tough days for me. Instead of getting into that, I’ll do another post of scraps I’ve saved from social media over the past few weeks and want off my phone. Who can say what speaks to whom, but maybe you’ll find something funny or helpful here.
The problem for me with counting sheep if I have insomnia is that I’d start giving them all names and coming up with stories for them. It would annoy my human characters.
Tom could do this, but he’d say, “Self rising for the glass container; all purpose for the plastic container, right?”
I’ve had two of these friends since I was eighteen. They are beyond measure.
ME, TOO!
The one about grief is definitely true. I will always grieve for, love and miss my parents – but its presence changes over time.
The one about good friends is definitely true too.
We have self-raising and plain flour over here. I am guessing that all-purpose is the latter?
I want to be in that gang too!
Yes, all purpose is plain flour without any baking powder or salt mixed in.
I want to be in that one AND the last one staring in the window, lol.