Nope, it wasn’t an oh shit moment. It was an oh fuck moment.

“The recipe says 'stir until the dough holds together'. You'll have a better cha…”

“I have to admit I’m not real sure you being equipped to scrape her off at the d…”

“What?” I asked, deciding to go with uppity. “Enjoying yourself?” Hank asked, hi…”

“You are, my wee Finnie, beyond my wildest dreams.”