There shall be no pulses today.
Today, no pulses shall there be.
I know exactly what I’m cooking for the fourth week of #pulsepledge.
It’s not soup.
I’m just praying to the gods of photography for a decent Friday foodie image, being a little short on foodie photography
In other words… Don’t have ’em.
Mama Weather has gone and flipped her aluminum weather lid. The high reached 57 Fahren in my neck of Canadaland today, and the croci popped up one and a half inches and looking for Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville.
It’s hard to get a good Humpity Day on when you’re wearing splash boots and a spring jacket on the first Wednesday in February.
Thursday is gonna have to up its game to beat that.
And February has 29 days this year.
So there’s an extra day to make up for any craptastic day you might have this month.
Here be Humpity Day.
Little Miss Sunshine