Happiness. It's relative.
Apologizing in advance for what one has cooked for dinner is so feeble. I hate it. Never apologize! Take no prisoners! Bring me echoes of every man I have known, on a platter, with parsley. I explained to my husband who usually cooks on… Continue Reading “Hard to Please”
Apologizing in advance for what one has cooked for dinner is so feeble. I hate it. Never apologize! Take no prisoners! Bring me echoes of every man I have known, on a platter, with parsley. I explained to my husband who usually cooks on… Continue Reading “Hard to Please”
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