No pressure.

My Swiss husband has been fixing rösti for his co workers the last two mornings. One of the assholes attended a super-spreader rally and gave him Covid. I got quarantined for my birthday which would have been tacos at my son's house.

Mother fuckers - I hope they choke on their rösti.

Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.