While spending the better part of the afternoon on the couch, I kept thinking, why am I so tired? I should get up and do something. Then all of a sudden I remembered, ah yes, I’m nine months pregnant. Thank God for a well worn couch and teenage dystopian fiction.
Interesting that when you start searching Google for Brazoria County Library, Brazoria County Jail comes up first every single time. Hopefully that’s alphabetical and not the state of society.
When I was in college and working at a summer camp, I ate lunch one day with one of the wranglers. Ever since that day, I periodically think of him in terms of The Salad Award, meaning that I mentally assign him The Salad Award for his use of the camp salad bar. His trip to the salad bar produced a salad consisting of croutons, cheddar cheese, and ranch dressing. Done. If you’re picturing that on top of lettuce, don’t. Three ingredients: croutons, cheese, ranch.
That story is not related to anything. It was just an amazing salad.
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