Going to bed last night, nothing in the world sounded better to me to eat than waffles. I put out the pancake mix, the syrup, and my waffle iron. Ready to go.
Then, today, nothing sounded better to me to eat than a Gyro Plate from Mediterranean Grill. It's this great little place with an interior that reminds me of the Five Guys Hannah worked at. So, all the waffle makin's are still on the counter, and my take-out tray is on the stove, making it easy to grab bites as I go by.
It's still bloody flippin' hot. The restaurant had air conditioning, though, and there were no other stops for me to make, so I didn't have to get back out in the heat.
The tape measures and fairy lights jar project is done.
Can you spot the issue, though? Each light strand needs its own battery pack, and what are you supposed to do with all of those? Not the smooth, quasi-magical look I'd like. Still kind of fun, though, I suppose.
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