The view from my new apartment. That’s where I’ll be starting work tomorrow. I feel like I’m not qualified for a grown up job. You know, since I still use the term “grown up”.

Not as good as the others, but this is the best I could manage as I was getting shoved out of the way by hostile soccer moms and triplet strollers. 

Breakfast on the fly

My attempt to recreate cookieception, I added the real deal for comparison. Less batter next time.

Wait what?