From the library of Heather B. Armstrong who will get to the book your publisher sent me, just give me a few years.
Even a post about autumnal comfort gets derailed. It’s okay, though. I saw my therapist and she said it’s good that I don’t own any weapons.
DING DONG. KNOCK KNOCK. PALEO FANATIC AT YOUR DOOR. I can see you hiding behind your coat rack. Open up so I can throw away your gluten.
No, Paleolithic humans did not have slow cookers. I beat you to your zinger, TYRANT.