I am garden-sitting for my friend. My payment is produce. I am a happy girl!
Enjoying this salad.
My husband came in (from standing in the hot sun, grilling his own Father’s Day food) and saw me taking a picture of a salad, and said, “You’re not Instagramming a salad, are you?”
I said, “No,” with that what, do you think I’m stupid? tone, and then he went back outside.
Because this isn’t Instagram.