Tuesday, August 15, 2006
So, I'm cooking for the 4th time last night (breakfast, lunch, baked cookies, and dinner), and my dear sweet husband says,"Can't you cook any faster?" God, please remove all items that may be used as an instrument to commit murder. Seriously, Mars you better start frickin' runnin. Run for your life, 'cause you done messed up now. Can you believe him??? Oh yeah, there will be punishment. Ummmhmmmm. Serious punishment.