Down the Rabbit Hole

My husband uttered some terrifying words today.
"You know," he says, all innocent and calm, "I think we're ready for a baby."
Uhm, what?

Comfort

This is what happens when I'm left to my own devices, all alone in an empty house, after an appallingly long day. Eat ALL the comfort food!!

Grilled cheese and homemade tomato soup; side of popcorn and tall glass of milk.

Regression, schmegression...

Pb&j for lunch with the requisite glass of milk, pear slices, and baby carrots. Yes, I am 6.

Can I have nap time after this?

Adults?

Our microwave broke on Friday. I had just placed a bowl of soon-to-be brownie batter inside, when all of the lights went out and my poor, dear old microwave decided it would microwave no more.
That's not the news, though.
The news is that on Sunday, the hubs and I went to the store and bought a new one. No, not the thrift store. Not the Facebook swap pages. Not a family member's/friend's house to beg any old one they might have lying around.
Guys. Something broke. And we bought a new one.

...does this make us grown-ups?

No, we are not going to discuss the beard.
We are not discussing it.