How pathetic is it that decapitating my gluten-free dark chocolate bunny is the highlight of the day?
I got to use a steak knife on it.
I love being home, running the dishwasher and laundry. But it's the actual art of putting those things away that's bogging me down. And the big question: when do I get some sewing time? Think the decapitated bunny is qualified enough to watch the boys while I sew?