I had a cold last week. And I don’t get sick. Like ever. So although you might expect the infrequency of illness to rouse some sympathy from the hungry belly party of this get-up (aka Rhys), it doesn’t. I still had to cook dinner. All week. Even though he had the week off and I had to work. And I was sick. Did I mention that I was sick?
This post has been sitting in my drafts folder for months now. I feel like I’m not doing it justice because I wasn’t able to get a decent enough picture and so I haven’t posted it. But, to be honest, it’s so good you need to know about it, bad pictures or not.