June is busting out ALL OVEERRRRRR.
Hi, I’m Bev and I like to jump the gun on everything ever.
And I’m such a weenie too because we got spa-oiled this winter. We barely had one! Old Man Winter sneezed once and threw in the towel. Right on, OMW.
But I have this 5-degree comfort zone that usually ends with me whining, “I’m cold. I’m seriously chilly. My ankles are FREEZING. Would you hand me that blanket? Ugh, my arms are like frozen bobby pins. Do you SEE the frost on my eyebrows? They’re going to call me the abominable SNOW GIRL FROM KANSAS WITH THE WEIRD EYEBROWS, they are!
Wow, look how different these photos look. That Instagram, I tell you what.
Anyway, when I was busy jumping that one gun, I made you salsa. Can you guess what all is in this?
Betcha yew cain’t.
Well, I’m here to tell you that you can find out the answer to that question and ze recipe . . .right HERE. And I don’t even complain that much in it!
“Outa all the mornin’ glories on the fence! Because it’s JUNE, JUNE, JUUUUUNE!!”
I’m a frickin’ musical on legs and only a little bit sorry.