RecipeMuncher

It is cold here. I believe it is cold everywhere. As I type this recipe, I have Necco, my sugar glider, curled up in the crook of my arm between my polar fleece jacket and sweater. You see, he’s been kicked out. I found him curled up and shivering on the wheel today instead of snuggled up with Snickers in their bed. Snickers is growing uncomfortable as their joey grows in her pouch. I think there is only one joey, at least that is all I can feel right now, a little head and a foot now an (...)