I blame Monday

[lehanra]

I think my carrots are broken. They taste like soap. But I still eat them because they're crunchy and I can sculpt them into funny shapes with my teeth.

Also, after 20 years or so of boiling eggs with success they no longer turn out the way I want them. I blame the chickens.

It's still raining. I'm thinking I should move inland. Hee. Inland Finland! *giggles*

I swear I'm not on drugs. Or drunk.