Wicked has adopted a great new saying, "I don't have hobbies, I'm developing my post apocolyptic skill set." Eldest birth child also thinks this is a riot! I mean really, when the standard answer has become - "oh yeah I can do that" it may be getting a little much. Of course husband objected when I made him onion cough syrup, with horehound, marshmallow, and golden seal chucked in there for good measure, but by golly it stopped his hacking quicker than that bottle from the pharmacy! I think too many people "specialize" to the point of not being able to do anything else. Its very good to be able to do one thing well, but I guess Wicked is just too darn curious to stop with only one thing. After learning to make my own paper and soap, I had to research how to drip my own lye (you know its getting harder to buy). It was not enough for me to know how to make bread, I had to learn how to capture my own wild yeast. It wasn't enough for me to be able to shoot well, I wanted to know how to gut, skin, and prepare my wild game. So, I'm not feeling too worried about my survival rate at this point. When I stop learning, I'll probably be dead
WickedStepmother spends most of her time in her castle, and trying to control her minions, to little avail.