Post-Work Remains Left

I forgot the applewood baconĀ in the work fridge. My mother sleeps on the couch as infomercials promising or your money-back guaranteeĀ sins blast like music during a tumbling event. There isn't a single Z for shut-eye for me to borrow this evening, I sweated them out in eight-and-a-half hour aisle increments, but I'll get 'em back … Continue reading Post-Work Remains Left