Sweetroll
I’m made of sweetbread and topped with icing. Sometimes dusted with moonsugar.
Also in Colorado: on the way to Handies Peak, there’s a one lane road with a steep drop off on one side and a mountain incline on the other. No guardrail. We made the mistake of going on a holiday weekend, so we were scraping past one Jeep after another, with the plummeting depths inches from our tires. Never again.
I loved Gideon the Ninth, and even I couldn’t get through the third book. It gets progressively more confusing for no reason, so if you’re already bored, I say DNF.
I love this photo. So many little details that lend itself to different backstories.
Parenting communities. The culture can be very hit or miss, but that might apply to most communities. I just want somewhere to commiserate with others without any judgment or the usual dramatic bullshit.