So c'mon, jump in my hand carved vessel and let's navigate the inner recesses of Larainy's brain...entering at the ear canal.
Why oh why did I succumb to my inner child and buy a gargantuan vat of buttery delicious animal crackers when I am the only one in my household that eats them and my co-dependent snacking grandchildren are hundreds of miles away?
Why oh why do they even make tubs of animal crackers that are bigger than my car?
How in tarnation did this
Listen to the new song he wrote here
Do you think even Nancy Reagan just says no to *cinnamon bread?
Why does everyone else that goes to the the Harry Potter link find out they have a cool Patronus like a wolf or a jaguar and I end up with a fat little marmot.
Yeah, right, like this sluggard is every going to be able to save me from the likes of Voldemort.
(Let me know if you need a new addiction
and I'll give you my cinnamon bread recipe)