So I’m sitting watching the Ken and Barbie Killers on Biography with Lily on my lap (I lost interest in the game and my book), and I hear some bitching coming from the kitchen. Out saunters Tunch, with foam on his tail and hindquarters, and I say to myself, “This is where finally he kills me. I thought it would be years from now.”
Turns out my dishwasher has blown up. The fun never stops.