Missing the Mark

Missing the Target

As my brain had reached the saturation point of synopsizing fictional lives, I took a break last night from my query lettering to fix a Mexican dinner…


The lesson learned? Chloe might cook Chimichangas, but Chloe does not cook Spanish Rice… or at least she shouldn’t, like ever.

Very well. Now that I’ve committed two of my blog pet peeves (addressing myself in the third person, and going all like “Valley Girl” on a poor unsuspecting follower), I will depart to join the Spanish Rice down the garbage disposal.

Until tomorrow…


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