
Ooh, this could be a problem.

Ooh, this could be a problem.

The Great British Baking Show, if you haven’t seen it, is a piece of brilliance. Amateur bakers from across the UK compete, but in such a genteel and politely British way that it’s super-endearing and very charming.
Also, I do have a friend, Wendy, who is traveling to China soon to teach theater there. It’s very exciting, and now she can say she’s been in the comic, too.

We’re unpacking and setting up the Wife’s new classroom this week. There are plenty of empty tubs to toss around now. Hopefully we can get her library set up in the next couple of days, too.

The Wife is deathly afraid of balloons. One drifted over to us in the restaurant where we were eating her birthday dinner Tuesday night, and we still have no idea where it came from.

Happy Birthday, Shelby!

Earl is not the swiftest of the heavenly host.

You can’t lay down when the Wee Baby Donovan is around. He will body slam you.

The Wife is the best cook ever. Ever. I will fight anyone who says otherwise.

Man, I should probably have a hazmat suit, too.