We need to get this bad breath situation under control.
K says it smells like "death & hell fire".
Dear Dunkin Donuts,
I'm sorry but...you're just not as good as Starbucks.
I do.not.run. on you.
You're coming together.
Thanks for being naturally cute.
Dear Downton Abbey 3,
You're my new favorite!
Do not wear Husband's shoes to pick up breakfast, while your gas light is on.
(You look like Big Foot the Clown.)