People, what follows is disgusting. I am telling you now so that if you are not in the mood for something disgusting or know you are sensitive to things of a disgusting nature, you can click away now and save yourself from the nastiness. Also, so that you will not continue reading this post and then come to the end, fully disgusted, and chastise me for grossing you out. You have been well and fully warned, and I don't want to hear it.
Still here? Are you sure? Ok then.
Owen has a lovely habit of getting a mouthful of food and then getting too distracted by either the joy or injustice of life to bother swallowing it. Which leads, as it did at lunch today, to a charming and adorable baby with a mouthful of avocado drool. And hey, if I have to look at it, so do you.
Moving on, since you all have to listen to me bitch about my hands, I figured you may as well see what I'm bitching about. My hands, let me show you them.
Left hand, not too bad, even wearing my wedding ring lately, which I was unable to do for months.
Right hand, much nastier, but only about a four out of ten at the moment.
There now, don't you feel sorry for me? Don't you feel the sudden urge to send me copious amounts of wine? And brownies? Yes, yes you do.