My mother was in tears when she came home, she was at the mall and she said she was surrounded by people when she fell hard. She cried for a minute and then stayed there getting her composure, still on the ground. Not a single person offered to
Help her up. Finally she was able to get up and get to her car. I am so angry. I elevated her legs, gave her ice packs, and brought her dinner.
This was so fun to wake up to. My parents and brother set it up while I was sleeping. I included the second pic because I was delighted to realize we actually had a little grey and brown rug
I know the pieces in the container look like they have cake consistency, but that’s cause I had to freeze them so I could slice them, back when I was still trying to force the cake identity onto this creation. After eating a few pieces, and accepting that it was not flourless chocolate cake, I came to the glorious realization that it was the best chocolate mousse I had ever eaten.
I’ve never been so excited about a nickel in my life.
I have a grandmother who is notorious for culinary faux pas, and in my dream we had this huge birthday party for my cousin and at the end my grandma showed up to serve desert. The thing is, everyone but me got white chocolate and pistachio covered bananas, which actually sounds good. She said since I’m gluten free, she made mine a hot dog for some reason?? I’m guessing this was a subconscious nod to the fact that my extended family can be a bit oblivious about what gluten free means(never to this level in real life though). I really wanted one of the bananas.