Please reserve inspiration for hours in which I am not too utterly exhausted to spell "inspiration".
I have the phrase "organic produce delivery" going through my head to the tune of "Hinei Mah Tov".
"Organic produce deliiiiv'ry; shevet achim gam yaaaachad."
Over and over.
(This post brought to you in part by my realization that my lifestyle is rapidly shifting; I still have the shreds of a starvation mentality, hanging onto them like a baby blanket in a bottom drawer, and I'm now in a lovely little house and have more than enough money and I wear my pearls to the spa and we're going to be getting organic produce delivery (shevet achim gam yachad) twice a month.)