12 weeks.
It’s been 12 weeks in quarantine. 12 weeks of working from home. No one really knew it’d be this long. And we really don’t know how long it’ll be this way. But better safe than sorry.
Since let gos are around the corner, hearing this from a pretty high source is always nice. Maybe one day I’ll get there but I am not amazing at work politics so who knows if it’ll actually happen.
We celebrated Dad’s birthday on the actual day with petit fours. Nothing fancy since we already did all of that last weekend. I gave him the second part of his present, hip jackets, that is for Father’s Day as well.
I killed it on making a medium rare steak all thanks the the air fryer. Will need to make a post on it for rememberance sake so I can do it again!
I offered to go to Sonic to get milkshakes and June tagged along. She saw the menu and wanted everything possible. So unhealthy but she was happy. My favourite were the pretzels after I dusted off some of the salt.
I promised to make blueberry muffins but ended up making a Blueberry Streusel Coffee Cake. It tastes amazing and June couldn’t stop eating it. Will definitely share this recipe as well to save for future bakes.
What else should I make?
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