What's the deal with the FHE meltdown?!
I swear, every Monday night, someone has a complete and total hissy fit right.before.fhe.
I think the adversary wants to win, but I know who the winner is and I'm sticking with that team, thank you very much.
Next week, we are picking lemons, juicing them, talking about making something sweet from something sour we've been given and putting together lemon squares. Fun, huh?! I hope no one gets lemon juice in their eyes, then has a meltdown while the other three are goofing off and break something valuable, while the youngest gets poked in the side and starts wailing... you get the idea.
Isn't it exciting being on the winning side?!