Ew. Yeah, no, I don’t think we can be friends anymore.
Jeebus. You have my … sympathy? Condolences? Prayers for the future?
Just point and laugh. I’m old enough to know better, this was all my fault. No more stoned business phone calls. Ever.
The worst part is knowing that while I will deliver them all intact (are you old enough to remember getting pats of butter on stiff waxed paper?), I just know that nobody is really going to pay attention to the shape. It’s butter, who looks at butter unless its green or red or blue. And yes, I do expect to have a discussion about blue butter with edible glitter at some point.
I’m sure everyone knows what that answer will be!
Funny about your snakes because yes, that is just what some milk does!
WANT.
Up caffeinated, and sheveled. Off to heave.
If I grow terriers, everybody is gonna get one. 
You’re earthier and savvier than I am. I was thinking glitter from a big open jar labeled “Vaxx Dust.”
Oprah: Look under your seat!