Food. It’s what’s for dinner. Sadly, sometimes I fuck it up. Last night, I went to cook one of my Grannie’s dishes, and I did okay, I think. Until I started the potatoes. As you can see above, it didn’t go so well. My chemistry Kung-Fu just didn’t cut it. The potatoes were dead, Jim.
The title says it all. For those in the know, dad’s surgery went well. For those not in the know: I now have a bionic dad. It’s great. Now I just have to avoid joining the circus. When he woke up after the surgery, he was really focused on his operation, how it went, the