Mother: I changed my name. My name is now Dad. Child: DadDadDad!Dad Mother: Your dad is in the garage.
Tell him to drop dead.
Guess it bears repeating.
This is the exact reason I’m no longer speaking to myself. She was rather rude.
With all this pampering this chicken’s going to cost a fortune.
When I met my knight his armor was no longer shining and it had dents and rust everywhere. Showed me one thing. He had worked hard in his life and would even work harder for his bride to be. I have not been disappointed. To older, experienced knights everywhere: Long may you ride.
Almost never always sometimes.
Then you’d love “Ghost”
My mum taught me to cook this way. I learned out of an ancient cookbook that actually had these measurements and still use them today. BTW, I’m told I’m a very good cook.
I can’t count the times I’ve had cereal for dinner. Too tired at the end of the day to cook.