Body: “Need to pee.”
Mind: “Yeah, let me finish this one thing and we’ll take care of that.”
Body: “*sigh* Fine.”
Body: …
Body: “Ahem. Still need to pee.”
Mind: “Sure, just give me another minute.”
Body: “NEED TO PEE NOOOOWWWWWW!!!”
Mind: “Gah! Fine! Moving already!”
The weekly trash pick up was this morning. There were 110 quail egg shells that got taken away. I’ve never wanted so badly for a shady government agency to be going through my trash. In other kitchen related news, I had to fix my Breda filter.
Can you believe they spelled it wrong right there in production on the lid?
Standing in the kitchen:
Those quail eggs are so good. They’re like the eggs of bacon.