Making a puzzle of the world=grandpa bliss (not withstanding arguments about Australia).
We were planes. Or birds. Usually transformers. I got transformed anyway, from day #1. #bluesfacebix
American Gothic 2018. #bluesfacebix
I know a 5-year-old is certainly capable of checking his blood sugar and dosing himself, particularly with technology he’s essentially been around his entire life. Still, I keep taking video of #bluesfacebix doing it and keep being astonished. #D1
Like riding a bike.
I love this person. Happy birthday, @sarahkatesilverman
OK, last donuts. Just trying to perfect my Krispy Kreme copycat recipe. And that pretty much does it. Could be a little more symmetrical, but you really don’t taste the dimensions.
I was cleaning out a closet and ran across my jr high yearbook. This was Sue Ellen Page, a huge influence, at 22 on the left and maybe 40 years later on the right. We lost her a couple of years ago, but I’m so grateful to find this.
This is a back-up loaf of bread, unnecessary for Thanksgiving. Or, to put it another way, a physical manifestation of my traditional holiday anxiety.
Always the scene, always grateful for these people.
Thanks with blues
If you’re looking for traditional Thanksgiving alternatives, Lubitsch isn’t a bad way to go. #littleshoparoundthecorner
Bent down in choir loft and rammed my shin. Presbyterian stigmata.