Bubbles of shame

Spent the day being (more or less) a domestic goddess... much tidying, cleaning, laundry, sorting out, cooking, baking, and generally trying to get life together. Apparently included in my domestic goddessry is being able to do all the above while sending dozens of emails and typing things up. But it was also nice to have a relaxed day where I didn't have to leave the house and could just get on with stuff.

I forget why Nick got subjected to the 'bubbles of shame' initially, but turns out it's pretty hard to fire a bubble gun and take a photo! (And him look contrite rather than laughing at me...)