As I sit here in front of the computer I smell this odd odour of sour milk; low and behold, my tea has been compromised. This is where I explain just how lazy I can be: I am still drinking it, yep, that's right, not going to let it get me off my ass. Additionally, I would have to put pants on, venture out in the public, looking like I'm taking the walk of shame: no thanks. A little sour milk never killed anyone... Or did it? I'm not about to go searching to find out. Right, back on track here, a dear friend of mine is getting married in Paris. Good news indeed! She is such a bright young lady and so pretty, good for her. He's going to be one very lucky man.
Really, do you think the little chunks could hinder my concentration... Alright, I'm not drinking it, nope: too disturbing.
photo taken from Bill Durgin
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