My version is a little more newt-like, and I suspect I will be taken to task over the absence of a clearly defined mouth, but otherwise I am satisfied. It's 40% newt, 20% Plankton from Spongebob 30% tooth decay and 10% burning martyr parent.
The house looks like this:
.. because the kitchen is simply not big enough for all my cake decorating supplies (and also because I am a feral beast). Lashes 'helped' briefly, but got distracted by a speck of dust and cracked an egg straight onto on to the floor. Fingers sifted some flour onto the dog. I spilled Thai soup into the butter. We're entirely made of culinary win in this family. Also, I like how the fact that all the downstairs electrics are fucked makes the squalor look cosy and Dickensian.
Over in Shame Corner, I think weepette is slightly regretting eating all the leftover €90 of pizza from the party:
I recognise that expression, I looked much the same on Sunday afternoon.
Lashes has this to say:
Waterstones Brussels would like to suggest this selection of children' audio books:
I had better go. Fingers will be up in about half an hour, I should think.