A rare sighting indeed.

I feel I'm morphing into a troll more and more each day. Hating the sunlight. Getting round. UGH.

Are you perchance saying I'm overreacting?

Good, because I really wouldn't tell that to my third trimester pregnant wife in this heat.

As do I, my dear.

|| We do love a clean skin in this house.

Ninon: I am perfectly calm, totally not overracting/hormonal. Ninon, actually:

|| I'm sorry I lost it at rubbing bacons.

|| I am still over the moon with my makeup today. Like hmm yass queen slayyyyy. But quietly, don't hype up yourself too much.

I wanted to make some tea but apparently I have to mend the kettle first.

Athos did you break a kettle-

Ah, thank you, darling. I'd love a cup. I'd also love to rip my spine out of my body but we will work with what we have.

Your massaging hands will need a massage soon enough.

I know, I know, you've sworn off almond paste for the rest of this lifetime and any possible others.

"Back, please." Maybe she can find some relief to her pain, because holy wheel of moldy Brie there's lots of it. Ninon does appreciate the gesture of him using his deadly enemy, the much feared almond paste for her sake. She's not even frowning anymore.

|| My eyes are half closed already, I need to depart

|| Um, Twitter, if I'm on holiday, don't flood my accounts with notifications from people I don't follow and I don't even care about? What the hell is wrong with you? Can't even get lost in the mountains without reading about a woman who hooked up with Matt Damon. WHO CARES.

|| Don't interact with me.