Nom nom nom...

My supervisor isn’t just, well, totes amazing in general. She’s a genius in culinary artistry.

Case and point:

Candy sushi!

Happy Thursday to all. J

xoxo,

Elizabeth Alida

P.S. I promise I’ll post a real update soon. I’ve been busy moonlighting as a domestic goddess for the past week or so while Whitney and I decorate our apartment. Thank goodness I conned my dear friend and colleague, Dax, into coming over next Friday, when we have a half-day at work, to help lug 280 pounds of new furniture up to my apartment. (Don’t worry – I’ll remunerate him with booze and pizza.) Thanks a LOT, UPS Freight, and your stupid “curbside only” delivery policy. I mean, seriously; I have the upper body strength of a very disabled fruit fly. My arms are solely for decorative purposes. So, this should be…interesting. If I don’t post an update within the next couple weeks, it’ll most likely be the result of my arms having fallen off and the fact that I think it’ll take me a nice chunk of time to learn how to type with my toes…