network post: ned
I baked pies out of my home and then I baked pies out of my shop and I only made pies. Now there's breakfast, lunch, and dinner, it's a smorgasbord of chaos. I have a routine. My kitchen is my happy place. But it's not "my" kitchen. I miss my kitchen. I miss my apartment. I miss my dog.
I miss my dog. And the pitter patter of little dog feet and happy dog panting and tail wagging.
CHUCK CHARLES:
On a scale of one to ten, with one being "not at all" and ten being "stop immediately", how bad have I been about Halloween?
And when you answer I want you to factor in the fact that I didn't hide your pumpkins and tell you they went back to the farm.
Also, fun fact, I haven't touched one single dead person in two months.