Of Kotatsu's and Broken Bones..

The mer is in the living/dining room eating leftover homemade "Sgetti", green beans, and the white part of a hard boiled easter egg...what's it called? The yolk? No, the...(this is what chemicals does to your brain)...well, the WHITE part.

Mer adores hard boiled eggs, and Easter hard boiled eggs are the best. but this kid even when he was bitty didn't want anything to do with the cannibalism of consuming dead baby chickens. "No yellow stuff mama", you got it Christ child.  Allow me to scoop the fetal contents into the trash for you my precious.
"Thank you mama"
"Hmm hmm, here."
...and off he'd tromp, leaving a trail of...the white stuff behind his tiny wobbly self.

We don't have a dining room, therefore the need (and space) for an actual dining room table is pointless. What we have can only be described as an early American garage sale "Kotatsu" style table...and The Mer loves it's perfect height for eating, homework, doing art, and the like.

I on the other hand, secretly grieve every poor decision I've ever made regarding men who were to give me the world...and a real dining room table. But enough about my pathetic grieving of victims men.

After the joyous 40 degrees below Easter Egg hunt, for which I have zero clue why we participated, the few women I semi-trust demanded care of Mer whilst i took a trip to the ER to confirm what I already knew... "I am a whiner"

Turns out "The Whiner" not only has a broken toe, but foot to go with it.
This should be an interesting week coming up.
Excruciating (AND I MEAN EXCRUCIATING) pain + no pain killers + not a tumble weed soul in sight willing to tolerate my ass long enough to help out...
Yeah, this is gonna be memorable y'all.

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[Jonathan]

Okay... that's officially my favourite photo of you.