when i woke up this morning, i had great plans of going purse and junk shopping at t.j. maxx and more. my uterus, however, had completely other plans. she decided that since she’s being a crampy bitch that perhaps we should do laundry, and clean and what not in preparation for the big blogathon tomorrow. now we’re just sitting here waiting for the TTHM and the midol to kick in.
tonight, i am going to cook for someone that i also want to smooch on. i’ve never done this in my entire 31 year career as a human. i’ve cooked for people, but mostly those who i shared a gene pool with or those i did not want to smooch on. i am more than a little nervous because i’m not so much of a good cook at all.
and now the TTHM is here regaling me with tales of the dairy queen and prior lake.
Be sure to have something strong and yummy for dessert to mask the fajita breath. Although, if you both have fajita breath, then smoochin’ should be fine, but just in case, have cherry cheesecake, key lime pie or something with a lot of cinnamon in it… mmmm, cinnamon.
I can’t help but smile at your nervousness. I think it’s adorable.
Everything tastes better after consuming a ridiculously large anount of alcohol.
Stock up! Load Up! bon Apitit’
In about a week in a half I’m also going to have to cook for someone I want to smooch on. First time in my 33 year career as a human. I consider myself a decent cook, but he’s picky and foreign, so this should be interesting! 🙂