If I make it through this pandemic with a single crumb of sanity left in the old breadbox…
Yes, I’ve just equated my brain with a boule bin…
A dampfnudel drum…
A hardtack hamper…
A crumpet coffer…
The fact that I have at least another twenty absurd examples lined up paints a perfect picture of my crumbliness.
Just saying.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
