A white water rafting experience this morning. Or, honestly, more of a pink water rafting experience. By that I don't mean that the water was churning with blood, but rather it was suitable for a 2 and 4 year old to sit in the front of the raft. And, having seen the video of me delicately 'jumping' into the rapids from the Rock of Adventure, a rather girly shade of pink at that.
Memo to self: When pompously adding up all the 'me' time afforded to one's spouse in a given day, avoid the inclusion of time spent cooking in one's final calculation.
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