Be well, Sister of Burrell.
Matilda had a successful ice skating playdate with her friend Norah yesterday and is safely tucked away at B&G Club for the day.
Shortly I'll be hauling Emmett back to his mom's but first we'll swing by Noe Valley Bakery and get a couple loaves of cherry chocolate bread.
I can't decide which is greater, my disinterest in eating what I brought for lunch, or my disinterest in going all the way outside to get anything else.
eta: the real problem isn't going outside, it's that I bored with all the food choices out there too.
Most of my office is at a picnic. I elected not to go because a) it's as hot as balls and b) I don't have kids. I think this means I get to go home early, right?
Okay, I'm only vaguely aware of the Hannibal fandom (and I have not watched the show) but I cannot figure out what the flower crown means. Anyone?