TW said the dogs wanted out, so I took them. Turns out they didn’t really want out. I stood at the back door, in the sunshine, playing WWF, scrolling through Instagram, catching up on Facebook thinking “Man, it’s really warm out. Maybe we should go for a walk” while the dogs stood at the cold room door waiting to go in.
I looked at the weather on my iPHone — 19F, feels like 9F. In what world is that warm? NOT MINE so why was I thinking we should go for a damn walk?
I came inside to find an apple pie and a box of croissants sitting on the washing machine and wondered what RJ was baking (the pie and croissants had been in the oven) — turns out it’s not RJ, the baker, at all. It’s Elly. Preparing to make biscuits AND a chocolate cake.
In what world is Elly the baker? And, in what world do we need biscuits and a chocolate cake when we have an apple pie and croissants?
The world is stupid today.
I want biscuits.