Oh dear. Just when we both got better (or, as Robin puts it, "better-adjacent"), I get walloped by what might have been bad French onion soup at Outback. Because, you know those faux-Aussies know their French onion soup. This tummy trouble is the second time in a row I've fallen ill after eating out, so I think I'm sticking with the microwave, ordering in, and the occasional actual cooking for the foreseeable. Now you'll forgive my attempt to feel better by indulging in these weirdly scented bath bombs.
Saturday, January 12, 2019
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