Don’t Ask – Skeleton At The Feast

A Slight Haunting Problem

A few months ago, our apartment developed a slight haunting problem.

The title says it all.

I’ve been away for a few days at a top-secret location.

The coffee is kept in the pickle jar; that’s all you must recall.

Lately, the apartment has reverberated to the sound of growling.

Books shape my world. No, really – literally.

My roommates have developed a catch phrase – or perhaps the beginnings of a new vernacular; it is hard to tell.

What do you see in a can of tomato paste?

I spent yesterday destroying evidence – no, not THAT kind of evidence.

Healthy eating never seemed so…deep.