Meth dealer takes on stepford wife

I turned to a time honoured, whole food family recipe yesterday. Mac and cheese. Again.
Opening the packet of orange powder makes me feel like a meth dealer sweating over a bunch of  chemicals, snickering at how good this shit will be, and there won't be any complaining. That's right bitches. I'll serve it up, and you'll take it all in. My mom brain is in a panic, has an infomercial smile on her plasticy face, chirping away at how this is organic mac n cheese, so its totally ok...wonderfully healthy! Except its not you little liar. Usually I do add some broccoli to it, but not this time.
 Little ninja is on a food strike except for carbs and mangoes. 
Well that's done with. Another day another meal. It's not a huge deal. A housewife ideas never meant to be.

Sick samurai

My samurai is sick...migraines again. Maybe it's the suburbs, maybe it's the bike rides, maybe the weight of debt, or the weight of to-do lists, or the force creativity unfulfilled but bursting inside of him. I hope he feels better soon, my samurai. Love him.