It’s my last day in LA, and my sister is taking the train up to help me move. I have a laundry list of things at her house (my KitchenAid stand mixer, 3 dutch ovens, all my bakeware, etc.), but all I wanted her to bring was the Halloween decor I had shipped to her house in case in didn’t make it to LA in time.
She was like, ‘You want me to take this big ass skeleton with me on the train???’ I was like, ‘Oh! I forgot you weren’t driving! I’ll just pick it up from your house this weekend.’ We’re supposed to carve pumpkins at Christine’s on Sunday, bc I like to overcommit to things when I’m busy as fuck 😅
