ice pick

My wife and I and her pretty amusing, most splendid 12-year-old daughter are stuck in our rural Maine home. No big deal. We got this. Oh, I forgot to mention we have a half a foot of snow on the way tonight. And my wife is all keto now, so we don’t “eat carbohydrates” anymore. Aaaaand.... for complex (probably Karmic) reasons we are taking care of my ex-wife’s maltipoo, whose frequents barks are ice picks in our brains. My wife and I have a common enemy we are committed to eradicate, and it’s not the coronavirus. I am stealing the kid’s Easter candy.