Neil made us some soup. Soup with hot pickled peppers in it. Here is Mr Romantical Tough guy opening the jar (I swooned a couple of times during the whole process). It is my job to observe and not interfere with nature, so I photographed it silently and motionlessly so that I wouldn't scare the timid creature off. Well... I got a little carried away & offered to open the jar, but he snapped at me. *snap snap snap*. So now I have a severed arm. Apparently it is not okay to intervene in these sacred manlyhood-proving exhibitions. I broke the code of nature observers so I deserved it.
Gnuh
Gnneeeeeeeruh
(expletive deleted)
This hot WATER will do it.
Gaaah
Neil gets the label off finally.
*snicker*/Yaaaay!
Gnrrrhhhhhhhhh
Are you blogging this?
Yes. This is absolutely going on the internets.
Is everyone enjoying Neil's communism rocks shirt?
YaaaaAAAaaY! We'll eat today after Neil stops backwashing in the hot pickle jar.There. A slice of life.
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