Independence Day. Fireworks, alcohol, BBQ, and the mother of all inventions, mixing alcohol with candy while binge watching the Hunger Games (again). Happy Birthday America!
With all the current outrage, this butter is now a collectors edition. Its like the JELLO package I have from the 1960’s. Next up, Aunt Jemima.
I cannot remember how long I have been craving this wonderful poison. Frosted Mini-Wheats used to be my breakfast go-to. Sometimes I would spoil myself with some super buttery multi-grain toast to soak up the sugar milk concoction after the fact. Its been years since I had it last. I didn’t go quit full stupid…
Essential AF lunch. I’ve only had three full weekends off since the COVID panic started. Not bitching. I enjoy consistent paychecks. Bon appetite!
Another mail in effort for a photo of the day. It did its purpose quite well.