In which Turtle is my hero.

This has been one of the worst days that I can personally remember having had.
Fact.
Am I going to detail it here? No, because that would be shitty of me.
Suffice it to say, I've spent 24 hours crying on and off.
Mostly on.

I'll be okay. Really, I will. Everyone will be okay. Things have been dealt with, and life will move along. Wrong things might even be fixed, though time's gonna tell on that much.

But Turtle is a fucking superhero.

I came home from work to find that she'd made me a pie.
A pie. For me.

A pear-Gruyère pie.

Just for me.

Let me tell you something, internets:

Pear-Gruyère pie is just as head-splittingly amazing in real life as I always thought it would be.

Turtle is my favorite person in the whole wide world right now.

 

Think of her as an even hotter version of Anna Friel, and you've

got a rough idea.

So I guess what I'm trying to say here is that cheese baked into pie crusts could solve all major global crises. MAKE THIS HAPPEN, PEOPLE.