Dreamt last night that my partner cut his parents’ heads off, which zombiefied, so he kept them in the cupboard and fed them lettuce. When I asked him about it, he got embarrassed and lied, saying ‘it’s only their hands’.
How is your Sunday? 
It was going alright until I found out my partner's been nicking all my romaine and sneaking away with it to a closet. God knows what's going on in there but the groans are ghastly
