two things about the home provided to us in new zealand have really bummed me out.

first is the couches. its not healthy for my sanity to talk about all the things that made me sad about the couches so i’ll move on.

second is the blunted knives. it takes effort to cut even butter with these knives.

so tonight i’m torn between increased ire and gratitude after the largest blade we have slid off the husk of a pineapple (because rounded edges can’t cut) and only nicked my finger and tore up my nail (because rounded edges can’t cut)…