I made me some lime curd. Using teetoncey limes. I have officially done myself grievous bodily harm in the process, as pressing the juice out of a gazillion eetsy beetsy leetle ceetrusy fellers is wearing on everything between the ear and the fingertips.... I'm gonna have to ask Maus to give me a shoulder massage tonight, if she will.
Two words: As. If.
Or, maybe I should just rely on the shower massage and some acetaminophen.