Someone Said 'Brunch' and I Dissociated.

Someone at the table said 'brunch.' She heard it. She left her body. Now she's floating three feet above the table in a slightly hazy state, coffee in wing, eggs benedict incoming, and every problem in the coop temporarily filed under 'not today.' Brunch: the closest thing hens have to a spa.

Women's fit — Bella+Canvas 6004. Sizes S–2XL. Printed to order in 3–8 business days.