Yesterday...I popped some toast, spread it with butter, and sat on the porch in the sun to read the paper. The first bite tasted like rancid buttermilk. Closer inspection revealed toasted mold growing everywhere. Ugh!
Wendy is not very observant. <Unless Driving in the Chevy...>
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