My in laws are here. You don't even want to know. Worse.than.ever.
My phone died, possibly taking my baby pictures of Applet with it. Fortunately I married a programming genius who is trying to get into it. Pray to your gods or whoever, I implore you.
I really do not like people in my space, touching my shit. Mr Apples doesn't count, since we've kind of melded into the same person. Mr Apples' mother? She counts. Don't touch my shit.
Now that I'm kind of able to breastfeed Applet, I can't even have a glorious beverahhhj, so guys I need a favour. Go drink. Go drink it ALL for me. Please. For the kittens.