No Soup On A Bench

I wish I lived in Pawnee so I could be Leslie Knope's friend. I would reach out the olive branch and bridge the divide between the library and parks and rec department.

This may be a fat person thing to say, but the young lass who bagged my cinnamon roll totally ruined the cream cheese frosting on the top. She haphazardly threw it in top down and then sideways (!) so all the frosting rubbed off on the bag. I had half a mind to march back down there and show her how it's done...but that would be weird and she probably wouldn't understand what was happening.

Somehow my Louis manages to maneuver his way around the squeakers in his toys. I think he actually fully disabled one of them so it no longer squeaks at all. He's pretty much a genius.