This morning

I woke up, ate a pop tart, made coffee, realized my brother and I had nothing to bring to our respective Super Bowl parties later, panicked, ran to the grocery store in a giant flannel shirt and jeans, grabbed cookies and cupcakes, came home, remembered the coffee, and now I’m sitting at my kitchen table with lukewarm coffee and 3 boxes of dessert I’m not allowed to eat.

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the cup says ‘Father’ even though he never uses it.

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