I was washing potatoes last night thinking about how awful it is to wash potatoes.

Then it occurred to me. It’s a way to prepare for the dystopian future when we’re having to grow our own vegetables, or risk becoming zombies.

I felt better.


Is it bad I kind of like it when she’s sick?


The cuddles are incredible. I only wish I wasn’t sick, but we’re very much enjoying our Disney/Pixar marathon.

Daddy will feed us. Probably.