Well, Philly really. It's Wednesday afternoon at "The Shop", as its been called since I was a child. We've been in printing since before birth, when "Alfred" and "Moe" created a printshop in Philadelphia.
It's been an exhausting week, no two ways about it. But I did learn I'm not anemic. However, I don't know what else he said, as I was drunk of my ass with sangria. Whoops.
Pretty much it. Simple. And my grandmother's currently insulted I don't want her to read over my shoulder. Oy. But I love her so much and I'm genuinely having a fantastic time with her. Nothing like Scrabble and homemade noshing. She made flounder...SO GOOD, I need to learn to cook like that. I wish I could. Maybe I can one day, who knows?
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