i love a good swedish whisk.
you know the days when nothing seems right? and you just want to stay in bed but you can’t sleep and there isn’t anything good on tv… well except bill and ted’s excellent adventure, but you don’t want to watch that because watching a keanu movie is really rock bottom?
well today was that kind of day.
so after a little wallowing, and a little floortime, i picked myself up and decided to do something that always makes me happy.
‘i don’t get this whole salty thing…’
‘what? its so good. just try it.’
‘… its strange.’
‘salted caramel? its a thing, dad.’
‘maybe its going to be the thing and it hasn’t gotten here… or it was the thing… and no one liked it.’
ugh, there’s no reasoning with some people.