I wrote up a great introduction to postmodernism and made a shitload of potato salad. I know y’all secretly wish you could cuddle up next to me tonight, and not just because I smell like bacon.
But, in all honesty, I haven’t technically made the potato salad, because I decided I needed to triple the recipe and I have everything–the potatoes, the eggs, and the dressing part–but I don’t have a bowl big enough to mix it all in.
The Professor is on her way over to rectify the situation. She has a five gallon bowl. Hopefully, that will be big enough.
And it’s raining, and it smells so good.
What a good day off!
Tiny Cat Pants 
Mmm, potato salad. I can’t wait.
Having a girlfriend is just so. . . heteronormative.
Only if you’re a boy, Pinkko; only if you’re a boy.
The potato salad was fantastic, as was the company, thank you.