As my brain had reached the saturation point of synopsizing fictional
lives, I took a break last night from my query lettering to fix a Mexican
dinner…
Mistake.
The lesson learned? Chloe might cook Chimichangas, but Chloe does not cook
Spanish Rice… or at least she shouldn’t, like ever.
Very well. Now that I’ve committed two of my blog pet peeves (addressing
myself in the third person, and going all like “Valley Girl” on a poor
unsuspecting follower), I will depart to join the Spanish Rice down the garbage
disposal.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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