So, what has occurred in between the amazing wonder that is Effexor withdrawal and chasing after a puppy who thinks pieces of wire are delicious? (Where, exactly, does she even find this wire? I need to have a discussion with the house gnomes.)
I’ve made enchiladas. A lot of enchiladas. I’m not much of a cook, but I can occasionally surprise myself in the kitchen—and not just in a way that causes this face:
This one is tried and true. But before I go any further, let me say a few things....
Published on August 08, 2015 07:44