There's not much to say.
I had fun with Shane yesterday at lunch, but who wouldn't have fun with a taco, an ameoba, and bread dough? Molly was upset that there was stuff all over my hoodie as a result of bread-doughy hands. Shane and I have done worse to each other. She's never seen me cry or the blood on his arm. That was an accident. Honestly.
We're all so tragically beautiful.