Tonight, I made marshmallows. Yes, I'm THAT amazing.
But before the marshmallows, there was an adventure. Koopa ran out of gas on my way home. I managed to pull onto an offramp away from most of the traffic, then called Tim.
For forty-five minutes I sat next to my disabled car, looking like this:
And NO-ONE stopped to ask if I needed help. Stupid unfriendly Toronto.
But thankfully, my rescuer soon arrived with a can of gas (note how close I was to the gas station - right across the freaking street):
After all that, it was really nice to go home, have a beer, and make marshmallows. Lets look at that amazingness again, shall we?
Love.
