“Soren, honey?”I bite out. “Yes, wifey?” He calls over his shoulder. “I think you left something in the freezer.” He walks over and peers inside. “Shit, I was looking for that,” he sighs. I watch him root around in the freezer, rearranging the hand under frozen bags of vegetables. When I see another body part poke out, I decide to leave the room. This is officially a shitshow, so I’m taking a bath. Eucalyptus salts can cure anything, right?
