Work

It’s time to celebrate another Saturday, where I’ll plan to do chores and pack things, but probably won’t do anything except watch Netflix and complain that the house is a mess.

Are two pharmacists really better than one? Is there anything sexier than a peeling sunburn? What day is it again?

Remember when I found a secret room in the house and threatened to build a hideout for myself and ignore the fact that I even exist? Pepperidge Farm remembers.