When I grow up, I want to be a mother and have a family, one little, two little three little children who would never in a million years touch anything I cook.
I cooked lunch and Tyrant ate every bite on his plate without pretending to gag once. What a missed opportunity.
The delicious staple of my diet that does not ever get boring or lose its ability to fill me up.
Alas, even though this one was more tan in color, Marlo wouldn’t touch it. More for me!
Too bad I’m renting because this right here would be the reason to get chickens.
No, Paleolithic humans did not have slow cookers. I beat you to your zinger, TYRANT.
They didn’t get a walk yesterday, so I let them hunt the cutting board.
I saw this detail in a painting hanging up at a local library, and I had to stop and just at the absurdity.