Comfort dinner
When I’m not feeling good, I need roasted potatoes. Or potatoes in any form.
Recipe in the comments.
My little cuties
As much as I am irritated by people using French words for effect (read here about my full indignation), I am so endeared when anyone speaks French with me (whatever their knowledge of it). I was all excited when I found these two covers of a cheesy but catchy song I remember from my childhood. Midnight Juggernauts and Vampire Weekend, you little cuties you.
Puppy snooze
You know the days you have so much work to do, and you wake up with a nasty, nasty headache? Hello, Thursday.
Maybe I should do like Mira and have a snooze in the sun. Oh wait, there’s not really any sun either. Crap.
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