Candied sweet potatoes. I can’t think of anything more disgusting. Well, actually, that’s not true. One time, I picked up something off the floor… I thought it was a raisin. It wasn’t. That’s all I’m going to say. Except: That was really gross. But yams. I think yams are almost as gross as the raisin-that-wasn’t.
I’m going to try and ease back into writing here. Right now, I feel weird and disconnected—don’t want to write. But I’ll share some pictures anyway… maybe that’ll trigger some writing later on.
Before I took the bed down, I wanted to take a picture of: “LOOK MOM! I CAN TURN OFF THE LIGHT FROM MY BED!” Awesome.