This summer, there were some raspberries in the fridge. They were a little “imperfect” and needed to be sorted through. I found mould (English spelling), I found mysterious juices. But my most favorite finding was Little Inch. He had frozen in an upright position on the box of raspberries. I may have freaked out a little bit because of his cuteness. The best part was that as I sorted through the raspberries, Inch thawed out and continued on his merry way like nothing had happened. Little did he know it was, like, a week later. In human terms, that is 17 years! It’s like the 3rd season of Alias. Legit.
Living life in the present moment,
L
