For a while now I've been feeling feasty. Overwhelmed with the urge to cook up a big meal for all my favorite folks. But since they couldn't be here I settled for my family instead (only joking) and what better time for such a feast than a visit by the one and only Aunt Georgie.
I thoroughly enjoyed my day in the kitchen. Like a good woman should. (Again, I'm joking) (I'm feeling kind of sassy today). And I was very pleased with the outcome. I wish I had more time to dedicate to food preparation of sorts. Speaking of which, I only have five more weeks of school. Outrageous! Perhaps Dad will hire me to be a live-in chef. And dog walker. Oh and grass cutter. I think I'm on to something. It's a good thing I'll have that art degree to help me weed the garden.
What a discourteous child. I wonder what makes you wake up to be so cheeky somedays.
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