My cooking disability is of repute, as you might have noticed back in April.
That is why I prefer to buy my meals, sort of.
Maybe I should do a part two where I do yo-yo tricks with the eyeballs, like Walk the Dog and Rock the Cradle. Or maybe not.
It started back when I got in trouble because of the post office. Then during today’s episode it became painfully clear that I am totally postally challenged. That did it for me. From now on I go for my stamping needs where I can enjoy art, poetry and serenity. A place I call Poetic Postage.