2 thoughts on “24539 words

  1. I have to. She’s pregnant. You think they’re snippy when they’re normal? Add hefty dose of weird hormones, and it’s a nightmare!

    Tonight, she expressed her displeasure that dinner wasn’t going to be ready at 6:00. Then she breathed fire.

    I cooked chicken in this “Saute Express” butter and garlic stuff, with rosemary, did a soffrito of fried onions and garlic in olive oil to top the farfalle pasta, threw in some soft bread for eatin’…

    But it’s like feeding Gremlins after midnight.


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