Whining, Wine-ing & Winning

Well…it’s 6 o’clock. Time to feed Garth his first meal. I know he’s just flour and water, but I’m oddly excited about this. Which tells me I clearly need a hobby. Actually, scratch that. This IS my hobby now.

I’ve checked on him several times today. I’ve shown him to my husband. I’ve talked about him more than any reasonable person should. And now I’m about to discard half of him and feed the rest like this is completely normal behavior.

Twenty-four hours ago, if you had told me I’d be standing in my kitchen worried whether a jar of goo was thriving, I would have laughed.

Now I’m over here like, “Does he look hungry to you?”

This is the same woman who forgot to hit record while pulling the bone out of Butthead yesterday. So if Garth does something amazing, there’s about a 50/50 chance I’ll miss it entirely.

I’m still not sure how flour and water became a pet, but here we are. His name is Garth. He’s one day old. And he’s about to have his first meal.

Lord help us all. 😂🍞