Monthly Archives: January 2011
Jordan said, you know there are two pie crusts in there, right?
Well now I do.
Clearly, I am not a professional French chef, or any chef, for the matter. Continue reading
Then I can even sew up the crotches of Jordan’s boxers instead of throwing them away because he won’t let me take those to my grandmother to sew up. Continue reading
And if I fall asleep at my desk tomorrow, jerking awake when the door opens, only to find I have been typing one letterrrrrrrrrrrrrrr continuously for the last ten minutes… it will all be worth it. Continue reading