
I’m simultaneously tired of this grandpa and aware that that’s too dang bad!
What came first? The chicken, the egg, or Becca’s Shimmering Skin Perfector in Champagne Pop?
At this point, this thing can legally buy itself a drink and drive a vehicle. It also had enough time to obtain Bachelor’s, Master’s and PhD degrees.
The scale says there’s 0.8g to go, which naturally means it’ll last another 75 years. I refuse to let it win. I’ll see you all when this pan is so clean I can use it like a mirror 🫡