Joy: three-eyed whales

I was doing just fine until my husband popped open a bag of Cheetos, of which I’m not normally a fan at all but which for some unexplainable reason called my name loudly and repeatedly and deliciously.

Which actually has nothing to do with today’s joy (heartfelt, imaginative, and awesome kid art). It’s merely a little insight for you all into how fickle I am these days, even about important things like “Is showering every day REALLY necessary?” and “Exercise. Meh.”

And Cheetos consumption. At least they’re the crunchy, condensed kind. Fickle or no, I have my standards.

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