Reader. It was not bonding. It was a hostage situation.
So here’s the update, friends: I am done with the Pinterest Mom Olympics. No more from-scratch anything. No more “bonding” projects that require safety goggles. From now on, our love language is convenience store pudding and pre-sliced cheese. We will bond over shared defeat. We will thrive in the chaos. gobaku moe mama tsurezure upd
"Yeah," Haruki said, reaching for the charcoal pile. "But I think I'll need two stomachs if we're having the burnt one for dessert." Reader