I polluted your gene pool with my feet

The apartment smells SO GOOD right now. I can’t say why though. It might have something to do with the sweet potato pie I baked today.

I have absolutely no idea where the day went. I feel like writing secret messages, but I have nothing to say. Not just nothing secret, but nothing TOTAL. But, umm…. hi! If you are smart enough to find this, you should leave me a note. One that will cause smiles. Because smiling is my favourite.

I feel the need to watch Elf. I wonder if I have my dvd of that? Or if it will be like Zoolander. WHY do I not have Zoolander here? That just makes no sense at all. NONE I SAY!

My title is probably what I’ll say to Jake’s mum once we have kids. Because my toes are awesome. But "weird". And therefore… gene-pool-pollutey.

I dunno. It was something in my file of random words to use as titles. I had another one I wanted to use more, but it is more fitting for christmas, rather than today. So this is what you get.

OOH! Something else!

I have discovered that tiny little crunchy gingerbread cookies go very well with milk. Not just dunked, but dropped in. Floating cookie bits! Mmm… the ones I made are so good they resist soggification for quite a while. Very enjoyable.