No surprise there, right?
I was on my hands and knees picking up tiny bits of now stale banana muffin that had been discarded by a toddler, more specifically my toddler when I spotted it. A note. But not just any note. A secret note. Left in the always vacant fireplace because I’m convinced my husband has no damn idea how to light a fire but doesn’t want to admit it (challenge extended, I hope I eat these words!) Wait. What month are we in? August?