Cow Tongue...In My Freezer...Sick

Steve is currently in his surgery rotation, but now suturing bananas and pig feet aren't enough for him (of course he waited until I left to buy pig feet and threw them out before I got back).  He decided to buy a big fat cow tongue to practice on that is now in my freezer between uses.  He considers it a "school expense."  Don't worry, we are not going to eat it (I have already eaten cow tongue tacos on my mission and I still dry heave when I think about it--worst tacos ever).

Dr. Steve contaminating my kitchen

Isn't that gray color just disgusting?

What Happens When You Take Steve to Joann's

I am the kind of person that has a million sewing projects going on at the same time (like my eternal quiet book pages project), but I haven't worked on any of them since school started because my brain turned into this:

I usually do some sort of blanket when my sisters have babies and Steve goes to the store with me to help me pick out fabric (I think he might also come to prevent me from coming back with $100 worth of fabric).  I told him to pick one boy fabric and one girl fabric and this is what he chose:

When I asked about the science fabric he said it was for the nerdy kids.  It is still unclear why he thought baby Godzilla was a girl fabric.  At the cutting station I asked him if the Godzilla fabric was really for me to make a blanket for someone else or if he wanted to keep it for himself.  He wants to keep it.