This one is George’s favorites. Clearly, he’s thrilled. (Also, I’m aware I’m holding him like a toddler. He loves it; I promise.)
I wore this to the E.R., where the doctor informed me that I couldn’t hear out of my right ear because there is a hole in my ear drum. Which is fantastic news.
No, really. It’s great news. This means when Ken asks me to do the laundry, I can say “What?” until he eventually tires of repeating himself and he breaks out the detergent on his own.
Best curse ever.