This afternoon I hit up Costco for some essentials. Ben has been eating big ol’ salads for lunch too so we’re going though hearts of romaine like it’s
Random note: A guy in line thought I looked familiar and said he knew me. That actually happens fairly often. I suspect it’s because I have red hair. Like someone remembers that so-and-so’s friend/daughter/enemy had red hair and assumes it’s me?? I dunno.
I’m thinking about some graham crackers for dessert?
Maybe with melted Adora disks.