In the oven with potatoes

among all the bullshit I could say, an important piece of information is that I might, MIGHT, in capital letters, be building a new relationship. Might. I don't know that will happen, but I have a good hunch. Weird shit.
And I´m unusually distracted and giggly, which is a state I went through many, many years ago under a similar circumstance. Oh shit, all odds are against me! He, he.