Shows and a Snack

And a little bit of behind-the-scenes straight-talk from the Martin abode.

This afternoon I returned from getting my bangs trimmed (Me: “I trimmed them twice myself. I’m so sorry.”) and spending a ridiculous amount of money on groceries* only to discover WWIII had erupted in my house while I was gone. Before the milk was even safely stowed in the fridge, the three of us stood in the kitchen and did our best to find our way thr…