What's that funky smell?

Sometimes, when my mother makes a certain type of Chinese soup while I'm asleep, I have dreams that I'm smelling something really horrible and wake up to find that it's really the scent of the soup.

That's likely why I don't drink it.

Like, Duh.

Awkward.

Love is sweet.

A huge congratulations to Bee and Andrew,
whose growing love I've been privileged to witness
over the past four years.