Ooh, I gotta admit I'm proud
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I have to say folks, this is a damn good recipe. Check it out, “like it” via this link, try it yourself. We just taste-tested my three versions and chose one. Faaaabulous.
Musings from a servantless, stay-at-home, cooking-obsessed mom
Link: Ooh, I gotta admit I'm proud
I have to say folks, this is a damn good recipe. Check it out, “like it” via this link, try it yourself. We just taste-tested my three versions and chose one. Faaaabulous.
Funny.
Dear Diary:
Scene: Bikes at a walking pace on Avenue of the Americas. One woman talking to another woman, a stranger.
Woman 1: “I’m not so sure about skipping church for this.”
Woman 2: “I have also skipped church, but we are from Montreal, so I think it’s O.K. when I am on vacation.”
Woman 1: “Yes, but I’m from Brooklyn, and I’m the pastor.”
On one of the boys’ trucks: “Remove batteries when toy is not in use.”
Can anyone seriously expect parents to remove batteries from toys when they’re not in use? As if I don’t have enough else to do. This would be a full time and really stupid job.
musings from a stay-at-home, cooking-obsessed mom
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