This morning we were discussing what to have for supper when Ken said that he didn’t care because he doubted that he’d have a chance to eat anyway. I made some crack about how his outlook was negative and that for him, life was nasty, brutish and short. Ken grinned and said that I was “short” and he was “nasty” and Reid was definitely “brutish”. Watching Reid eat her breakfast, he pointed and said, “definitely brutish”. Just because my little princess was scooping Nutrios off of the table into her mouth.

Ultimately, I forgot to put the pork in the crockpot and so we won’t be having pulled pork for supper. Reid and I made boiled eggs before breakfast. I had some concern about the freshness of the eggs and googled “eggs float if fresh”. Fresh eggs stay on the bottom of the pan of water; mine were super-buoyant floaters. I’m Reid forgets about them. It’s too soon for me to be explaining my silliness again and again. All this to say that the chances that Ken won’t get any supper are higher than ever.

If you’re wracking your brains trying to remember where you’ve heard the quote, it’s from [1] Thomas Hobbes’ [2] Leviathon in reference to the life of humans in their natural state.