I went down the front stairs to run one morning, only to find these beauties drying on the wall.
I knew immediately what they were. Do you?
I'll give you one hint: that yellow one rhymes with "witch"...
For a delicious assortment of gourmet mental edibles, including sweet nothings, grilled updates, and juicy gossip. If I remember.
1 comments:
They look like giant balls of poop, that is messed up. Remember using the clay in NC to color shell necklaces?
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