Little house on the fucking prairie.

The tiny Californian, the Captain of her own fire station and the ever so slightly twisted and jaded Art Director made a ton of jam today. There was a bit of power play around the ladling and sealing of jars, but apart from that and the pretend swear words shouted out as small blobs of jam lava hit the older two it was quite pleasant.

But you tell anyone we played nice and made jam we will hunt you down and break you. And not in a nice way. Inside out kinda pain.