It's a feast day, and I'm already into the stroopwafels. I have bread planned for today and keeping my hair dye off of my hands is a S-T-R-U-G-G-L-E.
Fortunately, I have a back scratcher that is taking care of all the head-related itchies.
And whilst my bread-in-progress is proofing and rising and being Bothered... I shall be sharing The Legend of Vox Machina with my Beloved.
MUA-HAHAHAHAA...
...and attempting to eat my own weight in sugar...
So have a story. I had "fun" avoiding my own sad attempt at a Latine accent, lest I be accidentally racist. If shenanigans work out the way I want, there shall be bread by bedtime.