So, I spilled some honey yesterday. I like to suffocate my biscuits in honey, when they’re warm and you split them in half, fill them up with honey and smoosh them back together, truly divine. But I spilled this honey (my mom keeps bees, it’s so much better when it’s fresh), I was spooning it out, and I got a phone call, my mom calling about the weekend because I’m supposed to go up and see her, she always does this.

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