I think that maybe next week I should wash the blueberries that I buy at the downtown Farmer's Market on Tuesdays before I eat them.
I'm feeling a little light-headed.
I have the best intentions of taking them home.
But the bag is just sitting there!
Remember, Rebecca. Local doesn't equal organic. Who knows what's on those things?
for the albums - Ah, photo albums. Those much-loved records of our years together, invokers of good memory, and such a pleasure to peruse the pages of. And also...dare I say....