This sight can regularly be found in our kitchen: multiple loaves of bread opened and at various degrees of being eaten. The bread I try to eat – you know the kind, that has the look and consistency of mud crust on the bottom of your shoe, but damn it all it’s HEALTHY – is kept in the freezer, so my hands are up in the air here as an innocent.
Whenever I come across such a sight of this, I am reminded of Nathan Fillion.
And I make the same face.
Dear family, why? WHY??!