
Thank the good Lord I make my own. For some reason, I prefer doing it myself (Kitchen control freak), unless they’re fish tacos. I will gladly step aside for anyone who will willingly make them.

Thank the good Lord I make my own. For some reason, I prefer doing it myself (Kitchen control freak), unless they’re fish tacos. I will gladly step aside for anyone who will willingly make them.

Sometimes, I wish I still had an ounce of faith left to believe all of the positive things I post. I’m trying, but I’m also suffering and fighting, and when you’re going through all of that, faith is hard to come by. But someplace, somewhere, hope resides.

I fucking hope so! 😉

This was the view of the Patriots Super Bowl parade on Tuesday in Boston, from Copley Square. Me, watching the parade: “Who the hell is going to clean up this ungodly mess? There’s red, white, and blue confetti all over the place. It’s not like you can take a Dyson to it.” It’s amazing where my OCD goes these days.