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