Much has been made at my home, largely by me, about my new job. I have an office, and an L-shaped desk with a phone and computer, plus a door and a window I’m a working man. What does this mean, domestically for you Ryan? You might ask. Well, now that I have a job and Chiara is still waiting to hear about one of her own that puts me in the position of being the sole “breadwinner” of our household. I earn “cheddar.” Or as I prefer to think of it, “I bring home the bacon.”
This is a picture of our fridge as it is currently. Empty. Zero bacon. Very little evidence of any bread having been won.
I think her face says it all.
