I think I've gotten over my judgment that bread machine bread is tacky. Lesser than. Yes, it is an aesthetic abomination. Yes, sometimes I just set it on "dough" so I can then knead it and make it appear rustic and authentic when it comes out of the oven. But that's a pessimistic view. I see that now. Because here's the thing: you dump some stuff into this machine and it makes some bread for you. Hot bread. In your house. How about a little gratefulness?
Thank you, machine. Thank you very much.
I have tonight's batch of clothes all set and waiting in the cyberwings. They look just like this:
Please enjoy my new favorite thing ever: Lazy Evaluation Ranch. It's ... funny writing about goat poop? It's the first tumblr I've had a use for. Or, let's face it, even understood.