smores for breakfast
I’d like to welcome a new voice to the blogosphere (does anyone still say that? did they ever without irony?) - she’s an art director, a wife, and a new mom. She also (delusionally) thinks she’s just a simple midwestern girl, but in reality she’s no less weird than the rest of us. That combination should make for some interesting adventures. And maybe at some point she’ll tell us the significance of s’mores for breakfast - you know, other than that they’re good.
Today’s entry tells the tale of her final subway ride home before going into labor. Check it out.
